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i  OPYKIGHT,    1884,  BY  JOHN   J.   HOOD. 


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FROM   THE   LIBRARY  OF 


REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 


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COPYRIGHT,    1884,  BY  JOHN   J.   HOOD. 


A  better  day  is  corn- 
Above  the  waves  of. 
Adieu,  my  friends, . 
Alas  !  and  did  my  . 
And  let  this  feeble . 
And  must  I  be  to  . 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  . 
Are  you  ready  for  . 
Arise,  my  soul,  a-  . 
At  the  sounding  of. 
Are  you  weary,  are  . 
A  little  talk  with  . 
And  can  I  yet  delay 
A  charge  to  keep  I . 
All  hail  the  power  . 
And  to  glory,  I  will . 
Beautiful  day,  love- 
Bringing  in  the 
Blessed  assurance, . 
But  he  rose,  he  rose, 
Children  of  the 
Come,  thou  Fount  . 
Come  to  Jesus, 
Come,  we  that  love  . 
Come,  ye  sinners,  . 
Come,  holy  Spirit,  . 
Don't  get  weary,  . 
Down  at  the  cross  . 
Each  cooing  dove, . 
Farewell !  farewell ! 
For  the  way  is  so  . 
For  he  has  been  with 
Give  me  Jesus, 
God  loved  the  world 
Have  you  been  to  . 
Heaven's  abeauti-. 
He  leadeth  me,  O  . 
Hover  o'er  me,  Ho- 
How  bright  the  hope 
How  pleasant  thus  . 
Hear  the  footsteps . 
Hear  the  royal  pro- 
How  lost  was  my  . 
How  tedious  and  . 
Hallelujah !  . 
Happy  day,  . 
Happy  day  when  . 
Home,  home, sweet, 
I  am  dwelling  on  . 
I  am  thinking  of 
I  have  found  repefse. 
I'm  a  pilgrim  and  . 
T  praise  the  Lord  . 
*  saw  a  wayworn  . 
I've  reached  the  . 
I  was  once  far  away 
I  will  sing  you  a 


INDEX. 

I  am  looking,  Lord,  112 
I'm  happy, I'm  hap-  119 
I  love  Jesus,  .  .  125 
I  am  bound  for  the  .  137 
I'm  a  soldier  for  .  138 
I'll  praise  God  un- .  143 
In  the  morning,  .  144 
I  cannot  tarry  here,  147 
If  the  world  is  dark  151 
I'll  never  come  back  154 
I  want  to  go,  .  .  157 
In  the  Christian's  .  94 
I  would  #ot  live  al-  86 
I  hope  to  meet  you  .  106 
Jesus  Christ  gives  .  73 
Jesus,  lover  of  my  .  52 
Just  as  I  am,  with-.  8 
Jesus  calls  me  now  .  84 
Keep  me,  Lord,  .  166 
Land  ahead !  its  .  53 
Lord,  I  care  not  for  .  14 
Look  away,  look  .  116 
Let  us  walk  in  the  .  149 
My  days  are  gliding  109 
My  Father  is  rich  .  32 
My  home  is  over  .  126 
My  hope  is  built  on.  26 
My  Jesus,  I  love  .  47 
My  Saviour  suffer-.  25 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  45 
Oh,  bliss  of"  the  pur-  60 
Oh,  do  not  let  the.  4 
Oh,  sometimes  the.  44 
O,  I  left  it  all  with  .  62 
On  Jordan's  stormy  13 
O  that  my  load  of  .  7 
O  the  blood  of  Je- .  77 
Our  bondage  here  .  107 
O  who'll  stand  up  .  96 
Oh  !  when  shall  I  .  93 
O  come, come  away!  103 
O  for  a  thousand  .  83 
Oh,  how  happy  are.  92 
O  for  a  heart  to  .  77 
O  for  a  faith  that  .  82 
Only  let  my  soul  be  118 
Oh,  give  God  the  .  122 
Oh,  glory,  glory  to  .  130 
Oh,  that  will  be  joy-  131 
O  who's  like  Jesus,  134 
Oh,  the  bleeding  .  135 
Oh,  yes,  oh,  yes,  it .  136 
O  victory,  victory, .  145 
Oh  !  heaven,  sweet.  164 
O  stand  the  storm  .  152 
On  the  other  side  of.  159 
O  Canaan,  bright  .  161 
2 


Precious  Saviour,  . 
Redeemed,  how  I  . 
Return,  O  wanderer 
Remember  me, 
Saviour,  make  me  . 
Saviour  of  sinners, . 
Shall  we  meet  be-  . 
Should  the  sum-  . 
Sinner,  whither  art. 
Sowing  in  the  morn- 
Simply  trusting 
Sendthesanctifying 
Shout,  shout, we're . 
Some  a  singing, 
Take  up  your  cross 
There  are  angels  . 
There  are  songs  of. 
There  is  a  fountain  . 
There  is  a  land  of  . 
There's  a  crown  in  . 
These  are  the . 
The  world  is  over-. 
Though  the  mighty 
Though  troubles  as- 
To  the  cross  of 
'Twas  Jesus  rny  Sav 
Tidings  happy  tid-. 
There  is  a  band  cif. 
There's  a  shout  jn  . 
The  home  where.  . 
Then  you'll  cry  a  ad 
There  is  union  in  . 
Travel  on, believers, 
Then  we'll  cross  the 
Turn  to  the  Lord  . 
Up  to  the  bountiful . 
Victory  !  victory  !  . 
Walk  in  the  light !  . 
Vv  e  are  sailing  on  . 
We  read  in  the  Li- . 
We're  going  out 
What  a  gath'ring  . 
Were  it  not  for  thee 
Who  is  he  in  yonder 
Will  you  to  heaven  . 
Weary  with  walk-  . 
While  wandering  . 
What  wondrous 
What  poor  despised 
When  I  can  read  . 
Watch,  ye  saints,  . 
We'll  praise  him  . 
Wrestle  on, 
We'll  tear  the 
We  are  passing  a-  . 
We're  going  home,. 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus 


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142 
162 

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12 
30 
51 
29 
43 
34 
22 
64 
65 
63 
46 
76 
95 
78 
98 
123 
127 
141 
160 
115 
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121 
61 
54 
33 
40 


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104 
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146 
167 

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158 


PRAISE  HYMNS. 


Glory!  glory! 

Tune — Around  the  throne  of  God. 

How  pleasant  thus  to  sing  and  praise, 

In  fellowship  of  love ; 
Then  let  us  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 

And  reign  with  Him  above. 

Clio. — Singing  glory !  glory ! 

Glory  be  to  God  on  High ! 

2  How  sweet  'twill  be  when  we  are  there. 

Away  from  grief  and  pain, 
"Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
To  never  part  again. 

3  How  pleasant  'tis  to  walk  the  ways 

The  truth  and  life  proclaim ; 
O  hear  the  sound  these  voices  raise, — 
Salvation  through  his  name ! 

4  O  haste  away,  the  time  is  nigh, 

Have  all  your  sins  forgiven, 

The  angel's  coming  from  the  sky 

To  take  us  home  to  heav'n. 


2  My  Home  is  There. 

Above  the  waves  of  earthly  strife, 
Above  the  ills  and  cares  of  life, 
Where  all  is  peaceful,  bright,  and  fair, 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

Cho. — My  beautiful  home,  my  beautiful  home, 
In  the  land  where  the  glorified  ever  shall  roam, 

Where  angels  bright  wear  crowns  of  light, 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

2  Where  living  fountains  sweetly  flow, 

ere  buds  and  flowers  immortal  grow, 
Where  trees  their  fruits  celestial  bear, 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

3  Away  from  sorrow,  doubt,  and  pain, 
Away  from  worldly  loss  and  gain, 
from  all  temptation,  tears,  and  care, 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

4  Beyond  the  bright  and  pearly  gates, 
Where  Jesus,  loving  Saviour,  waits, 
Where  all  is  peaceful,  bright,  and  fair, 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

3  Are  You  Ready? 

From  "  The  Garner,"  by  per.     Tune,  p.  26. 

Should  the  summons,  quickly  flying, 

On  the  slumbering  nations  fell, — 
;Lo!  the  Heavenly  Bridegroom  cometh," 
Would  the  sound  your  souls  appal  ? 
Are  you  ready  V  are  you  ready  ? 
Should  you  hear  the  midnight  call  ? 

2  What  if  Xow  the  startling  mandate 
Should  the  sleeping  virgins  hear. — 
Are  your  lamps  all  trimmed  and  burning, 
Should  the  Bridegroom  now  appear? 
Are  you  ready  ?  are  you  ready  ? 
Kow  to  see  your  Lord  appear  ? 
4 


3  Is  there  oil  in  all  your  vessels  ? 

Are  your  garments  pure  and  white  ? 
Are  they  washed  in-the  cleansing  fountain,— 
Fit  to  stand  in  Jesus'  sight  ? 

Are  you  ready  ?  are  you  ready  ? 
Are  your  lamps  all  clear  and  bright  ? 

4  Else,  ye  virgins,  sleep  no  longer ! 

Lest  the  call  your  souls  surprise ! 
Lest  ye  fail  to  meet  the  Bridegroom 
When  he  cometh  from  the  skies. 
Oh,  be  ready !  oh,  be  ready  ! 
When  he  cometh  from  the  skies ; 

Oh,  be  ready  !  oh,  be  ready  ! 
Hasten,  from  your  slumbers  rise ! 

Mary  D.  James. 

Why  not  to-night? 

From  "  The  Garner,"  by  per.     Tune,  p   47. 

Oh  !  do  not  let  the  Word  depart, 

Nor  close  thine  eyes  against  the  light, 
Poor  sinner,  harden  not  your  heart, 

Thou  would 'st  be  saved,  why  not  to-night  ? 
Bef. — Why  not  to-night  ?  why  not  to-night  ? 

Thou  wouldst  be  saved,  why  not  to-night  ? 

2  To-morrow's  sun  may  never  rise 

To  bless  thy  long-deluded  sight, 
This  is  the  time,  oh !  then,  be  wise, 
Thou  would'st  be  saved,  why  not  to-night  ? 

3  Our  God  in  pity  lingers  still ; 

And  wilt  thou  thus  His  love  requite  ? 
Renounce  at  length  thy  stubborn  will, 

Thou  would'st  be  saved,  why  not  to-night  ? 

4  The  world  has  nothing  left  to  give, 

It  has  no  new,  no  pure  delight ; 
Oh,  try  the  life  which  Christians  live, 
Thou  would'st  be  saved,  why  not  to-night  ? 

5  Our  blessed  Lord  refuses  none 

W^ho  would  to  Him  their  souls  unite, 
Then  be  the  work  of  grace  begun, 

Thou  would'st  be  saved,  why  not  to-night  ? 
5 


Conie,  Ye  Sinners. 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power. 

Clio. — Don't  you  hear  the  angels  singing  ? 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah  ; 
Don't  you  hear  the  angels  singing  ? 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 

2  Xow,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome  ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  the  need  of  him. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden. 

Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies  ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies. 

6  Lo  !  the  incarnate  Goo1,  ascending, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name. 
6 


Deliverance  will  Come, 

Tune  in  "  The  Garner,"  p.  50. 

I  saw  a  wayworn  trav'ler, 

In  tattered  garments  clad, 
And  struggling  up  the  mountain, 

It  seemed  that  he  was  sad ; 
His  back  was  laden  heavy, 

His  strength  was  almost  gone, 
Yet  he  shouted  as  he  journeyed, — 
"  Deliverance  will  come  I" 

Clio. — Then  palms  of  victory,  crowns  of  glory, 
Palms  of  victory  I  shall  wear!  :[| 

2  The  summer  sun  was  shining, 

The  sweat  was  on  his  brow, 
His  garments  worn  and  dusty, 

His  step  seemed  very  slow  ; 
But  he  kept  pressing  onward, 

For  he  was  wending  home, 
Still  shouting  as  he  journeyed, 
" Deliverance  will  come!" 

3  I  saw  him  in  the  evening, 

The  sun  was  bending  low, 
He'd  overtopped  the  mountain 

And  reached  the  vale  below ; 
He  saw  the  golden  city, — 

His  everlasting  home, — 
And  shouted  loud,  "Hosanna. 

Deliverance  will  come  I" 

4  While  gazing  on  that  city, 

Just  o'er  the  narrow  flood, 
A  band  of  holy  angels 

Came  from  the  throne  of  God ; 
They  bore  him  on  their  pinions 

Safe  o'er  the  dashing  foam, 
And  joined  him  in  his  triumph,— 

Deliverance  has  come ! 

7 


7  0  that  my  Load  of  Sin  were  gone. 

0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

1  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power  ; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

8  Take  Me  as  I  am. 

From  "  The  Garner,"  by  per.     Tune,  p.  6o. 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Clio. — Take  me  as  I  am,  take  me  as  I  am 
Oh,  bring  thy  free  salvation  nigh, 
And  take  me  as  I  am. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 
8 


3  Just  as!  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  nfind, 
Yea,  all  I  want,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve : 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


9  He  Leadeth  Me. 

He  leadeth  me !  O  blessed  thought ! 

O  words  with  heavenly  comfort  fraught ! 

Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be, 

Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me. 

Bef. — He  leadeth  me,  he  leadeth  me, 
By  his  own  hand  he  leadeth  me : 
His  faithful  follower  I  would  be, 
For  by  his  hand  he  leadeth  me. 

2  Sometimes  'mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom, 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea, — 
Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me  ! 

S  Lord,  I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine, 
Content,  whatever  lot  I  see, 
Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me  ! 

4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When,  by  thy  grace,  the  victory's  won, 
E'en  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee, 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. 

9  J.  H.  GlLMORE. 


10  Beulali  Land. 

From  "  The  Garner,"  by  per.     Tune,  p.  69. 

I've  reached  the  land  of  corn  and  wine, 
And  all  its  riches  freely  mine ; 
Here  shines  undimmed  one  blissful  day, 
For  all  my  night  has  passed  away. 

Cho. — O  Beulah  Land,  sweet  Beulah  Land! 
As  on  thy  highest  mount  I  stand, 
I  look  away  across  the  sea, 
AVhere  mansions  are  prepared  for  me, 
And  view  the  shining  glory  shore, — 
My  heaven,  my  home,  for  evermore ! 

2  My  Saviour  comes  and  walks  with  me, 
And  sweet  communion  here  have  we ; 
He  gently  leads  me  by  his  hand, 

For  this  is  heaven's  border-land. 

3  A  sweet  perfume  upon  the  breeze 
Is  borne  from  ever-vernal  trees. 
And  flowers,  that  never-fading  grow 
Where  streams  of  life  forever  flow. 

4  The  zephyrs  seem  to  float  to  me 
Sweet  sounds  of  heaven's  melody, 

As  angels  with  the  white-robed  throng 
Join  in  the  sweet  redemption  song. 

Edgar  Page, 

j  1  More  Like  Thee. 

From  "The  Garner,"  by  per.     Tune,  p.  76. 

Saviour,  make  me  more  like  Thee; 
This  my  constant  prayer  shall  be ; 
More  like  Thee  hi  heart  and  mind, 
More  submissive,  more  resigned, 
More  like  Thee  in  daily  life, 
Free  from  anger,  free  from  strife ; 
That  I  may  be  more  like  Thee, 
Saviour  come,  abide  with  me. 

Cho. — ||:Saviour,  make  me  more  like  Thee,:|| 
This  my  constant  prayer  shall  be, 
Saviour,  make  me  more  like  Thee. 


2  Saviour,  make  me  more  like  Thee ; 
This  my  song,  and  this  my  plea ; 
More  like  Thee  in  word  and  deed, 
More  like  Thee  to  those  in  need ; 
Full  of  sympathy  and  love ; 

Give  me  wisdom  from  above ; 
That  I  may  be  more  like  Thee, 
Draw  me  closer,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

3  Saviour,  I  would  ever  be 
Daily  growing  more  like  Thee ; 
Lowly,  gentle,  loving,  meek, — 
All  Thy  graces,  Lord  I  seek ; 
All  Thy  mind  to  me  impart ; 
Wash  my  hands,  my  head,  my  heart ! 
Thou  did'st  come  to  be  like  me, — 
By  and  by  I'll  be  like  Thee. 


12  Angels  Hoyering  Hound. 

From  "  The  Quiver,"  by  per.     Tune,  p.  31. 

There  are  angels  hov'ring  round, 
There  are  angels  hov'ring  round, 
There  are  angels,  angels  hov'ring  round. 

2  To  carry  the  tidings  home. 

3  To  the  New  Jerusalem. 

4  We  are  on  our  journey  home. 

5  Poor  sinners  are  coming  home. 

6  And  Jesus  bids  them  come. 

7  Let  him  that  heareth  come. 

8  And  he  that  is  thirsty  come. 

9  And  whosoever  will  may  come. 
10  There  is  glory  all  around. 


1 3  The  Land  Just  Across  the  Kiver. 

Tune  in  "  The  Garner,"  p.  67. 

Ox  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 

Cho. — We  will  rest  in  the  fair  and  happy  land, 
Just  across  on  the  evergreen  shore. 
Sing  the  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb,  by 
And  dwell  with  Jesus  evermore,  [and  by, 

2  O'er  all  these  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

3  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

4  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

14  Is  3Iy  Name  Written  There  * 

Tune  in  "The  Garner,"  p.  70. 

Loud.  I  care  not  for  riches, 

Neither  silver  nor  gold ; 
I  would  make  sure  of  heaven, 

I  would  enter  the  fold : 
In  the  book  of  Thy  kingdom, 

With  its  pages  so  fair, 
Tell  me,  Jesus  my  Saviour, 

Is  my  name  written  there  ? 

Cho. — Is  my  name  written  there, 

On  the  page  white  and  fair  ? 
In  the  book  of  Thy  kingdom, 
Is  my  name  written  there  ? 


2  Lord,  my  sins  they  are  many, 

Like  the  sands  of  the  sea ; 
But  thy  blood,  O  my  Saviour, 

Is  sufficient  for  me  ; 
For  thy  promise  is  written 

In  bright  letters  that  glow, 
"  Though  your  sins  be  as  scarlet, 

I  will  make  them  like  snow." 

3  Oh !  that  beautiful  city, 

With  its  mansions  of  light, 
With  its  glorified  beings, 

In  pure  garments  of  white ; 
Where  no  evil  thing  cometh 

To  despoil  what  is  fair, 
Where  the  angels  are  watching, — 

Is  my  name  written  there  ? 

M.  a.  K. 

15  Gathering  Home. 

From  "The  Wells  of  Salvation."     Tune,  p.  176. 

Up  to  the  bountiful  giver  of  life, — 
Gathering  home !   gathering  home  ! 

Up  to  the  dwelling  where  cometh  no  strife, 
The  dear  ones  are  gathering  home. 

Clio. — Gathering  home  !  gathering  home  ! 

2Tever  to  sorrow  more,  never  to  roam ; 
Gathering  home  !  gathering  home  ! 
God's  children  are  gathering  home. 

2  LTp  to  the  city  where  falleth  no  night,— 

Gathering  home  !  gathering  home  ! 
Up  where  the  Saviour's  own  face  is  the  light, 
The  dear  ones  are  gathering  home. 

3  Up  to  the  beautiful  mansions  above, — 

Gathering  home !  gathering  home  ! 
Safe  in  the  arms  of  his  infinite  love, 
The  dear  ones  are  gathering  home. 

13  Mariana  B.  Slade. 


!6       Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river? 

Tune  in  "  The  Garner,"  p   36. 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 

Where  in  all  the  bright  forever. 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul? 

Cho. — Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 

: Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river?  :|| 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 

2  Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor. 

When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er? 
Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor 
By  the  bright  celestial  shore  ? 

3  Shall  we  meet  there  many  a  loved  one 

That  was  torn  from  our  embrace  ? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices. 
And  behold  them  face  to  face  ? 

4  Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Saviour, 

When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 
Shall  we  know  his  blessed  favor. 
And  sit  down  upon  his  throne  ? 

H.  L.  Hastings 

17  We're  Marching  to  Zion. 

Tune  in"  The  Quiver,"  p.  26. 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord. 
And  let  our  joys  be  known. 
||:  Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accor 
||:  And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

Cho. — We're  marching  to  Zion, 
Beautiful,  beautiful  Zion ; 
We're  marching  upward  to  Zion, 
The  beautiful  city  of  God, 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
||:  But  children  of  the  heavenly  king,:|| 
:  May  speak  their  joys  abroad. : , 
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3  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
||:  Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields,  :|| 
"     II :  Or  walk  the  golden  streets.  :|| 

4  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
||:  We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground,  :|] 
||:  To  fairer  worlds  on  high.:|| 

I.  Watts. 

[  8       What  a  Gathering  that  will  be. 

Tune  in  "The  Quiver,"  p.  io. 

At  the  sounding  of  the  trumpet,  when  the  saints 
are  gathered  home, 
We  will  greet  each  other  by  the  crystal  sea, 
With  the  friends  and  all  the  loved  ones  there  a- 
waiting  us  to  come, 
What  a  gath'ring  of  the  faithful  that  will  be! 
Clio. — What  a  gath'ring,  gath'ring, 

At  the  sounding  of  the  glorious  jubilee ! 
What  a  gath'ring,  gath'ring, 
What  a  gath'ring  of  the  faithful  that  will  be ! 

2  When  the  angel  of  the  Lord  proclaims  that  time 

shall  be  no  more, 
We  shall  gather,  and  the  saved  and  ransom 'd  sees 
Then  to  meet  again  together,  on  the  bright  celes- 
tial shore, — 
What  a  gath'ring  of  the  faithful  that  will  be ! 

3  At  the  great  and  final  judgment,  when  the  hidden 

comes  to  light, 
When  the  Lord  in  all  his  glory  we  shall  see ; 
At  the  bidding  of  our  Saviour,  "Come,  ye  blessed, 
to  my  right," 
What  a  gath'ring  of  the  faithful  that  will  be ! 

4  When  the  golden  harps  are  sounding,  and  the  an- 

gel bands  proclaim, 
In  triumphant  strains,  the  glorious  jubilee ; 
Then  to  meet  and  join  to  sing  the  song  of  Moses 
and  the  Lamb, 
What  a  gath'ring  of  the  faithful  that  will  be ! 

15  J-  H.   KURZENKNABE. 


19  Fill  3Ie  Now. 

From  "  The  Quiver,"  by  per.     Tune,  No.  149. 

Hover  o'er  me,  Holy  Spirit ; 

Bathe  my  trembling  heart  and  brow ; 
Fill  me  with  thy  hallowed  presence, 

Come,  oh,  come  and  rill  me  now. 

Clio. — Fill  me  now,  fill  me  now, 

Jesus,  come  and  fill  me  now ; 
Fill  me  with  thy  hallowed  presence, 
Come,  oh,  come  and  fill  me  now. 

2  Thou  canst  fill  me,  gracious  Spirit, 

Though  I  cannot  tell  thee  how ; 

But  I  need  thee,  greatly  need  thee, 

Come,  oh,  come  and  fill  me  now. 

3  I  am  weakness,  full  of  weakness 

At  thy  sacred  feet  I  bow ; 
Blest,  divine,  eternal  Spirit, 

Fill  with  power,  and  fill  me  now. 

4  Cleanse  and  comfort ;  bless  and  save  me ; 

Bathe,  oh,  bathe  my  heart  and  brow ! 
Thou  art  comforting  and  saving, 
Thou  art  sweetly  filling  now. 

Rev.  E.  H.  Stokes,  D.  D. 

20  Are  You  Washed  in  the  Blood? 

From  "The  Quiver."     Tune*p.  14. 

Have  you  been  to  Jesus  for  the  cleansing  power, 
Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 

Are  you  fully  trusting  in  his  grace  this  hour  ? 
Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 

Cho. — Are  you  washed  in  the  blood, 
In  the  soul-cleansing  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 

Are  your  garments  spotless  ?  are  they  white  as  snow  ? 
Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  V 

2  Are  you  walking  daily  by  the  Saviour's  side  ? 
Are  you  washed  in  "the  blood  of  the  Lamb? 
Do  you  rest  each  moment  in  the  Crucified  ? 
Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 
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3  When  the  Bridegroom  cometh,  will  your  robes  be 
Pure  and  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb?  [white? 

"Will  your  soul  be  ready  for  the  mansions  bright, 
And  be  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 

4  Lay  aside  those  garments  that  are  stained  with  sin, 
And  be  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ! 

There's  a  fountain  flowing  for  the  soul  unclean, 
O  be  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ! 

Rev.  E.  A.  Hoffman. 

2 1  Bringing  in  the  Sheaves. 

Tune  in  "  The  Quiver,"  p.  65. 

Sowing  in  the  morning,  sowing  seeds  of  kindness, 
Sowing  in  the  noon-tide,  and  the  dewy  eves ; 

Waiting  for  the  harvest,  and  the  time  of  reaping, 
We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in  the  sheaves. 

Cho. -Bringing  in  the  sheaves,bringing  in  the  sheaves, 
We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in  the  sheaves.  :|| 

2  Sowing  in  the  sunshine,  sowing  in  the  shadows. 
Fearing  neither  clouds  nor  winter's  chilling  breeze; 

By  and  by  the  harvest,  and  the  labor  ended, 
We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in  the  sheaves. 

3  Go,  then,  ever  weeping,  sowing  for  the  Master, 
Though  the  loss  sustained  our  spirit  often  grieves ; 

When  our  weeping's  over,  he  will  bid  us  welcome, 
We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in  the  sheaves. 

22  Glory  to  the  Lamb. 

Tune  in  "  The  Quiver,"  p.  89. 

The  world  is  overcome  by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.  :|| 
Clio. — Glory  to  the  Lamb !  :|| 

2  My  sins  are  washed  away  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

3  I've  washed  my  garments  white  in  the  blood,  etc. 

4  The  martyrs  overcame  by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

5  I  soon  shall  gain  the  skies  through  the  blood,  etc. 

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23  Home  of  the  Soul. 

1  will  sing  you  a  song  of  a  beautiful  land, 
The  far-away  home  of  the  soul, 

"Where  no  storms  ever  beat  on  the  glittering  strand 
"While  the  years  of  eternity  roll.     etc. 

2  Oh.  that  home  of  the  soul,  in  my  visions  and  dreams 
Its  bright  jasper  walls  I  can  see ; 

Till  I  fancy  but  thinly  the  vail  intervenes 
Between  that  fair  city  and  me.     etc. 

3  That  unchangeable  home  is  for  you  and  for  me, 
"Where  Jesus  of  Nazareth  stands ; 

The  King  of  all  kingdoms  forever  is  He, 
And  He  holdeth  our  crowns  in  His  hands,    etc. 

4-  Oh.  how  sweet  it  will  be  in  that  beautiful  land, 

So  free  from  all  sorrow  and  pain, 
With  songs  on  our  lips,  and  with  harps  in  our  handr\ 

To  meet  one  another  again  !     etc. 


24       There  You'll  sing  Hallelujah. 

Tune  in  "  The  Quiver,"  p.  109. 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high. 

Clio. — There  you'll  sing  hallelujah, 
And  I'll  sing  hallelujah. 
And  we'll  all  sing  hallelujah, 

In  that  bright  world  above. 

2  I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliverer  come. 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 
And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away, 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 
In  that  eternal  day. 
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25  The  Bleeding  Lamb. 

From  "  The  Quiver."     Tune,  p.  108. 

My  Saviour  suffered  on  the  tree, 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb ; 

Oh,  come  and  view  the  Lord  with  me, 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  1 

Cho.— The  Lamb !  the  Lamb !  the  bleeding  Lamb ! 
I  love  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name, 
It  sets  my  spirit  all  aflame- 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb ! 

2  He  bore  my  sins,  and  curse,  and  shame, 
And  I  am  saved  through  Jesus'  name. 

3  I  know  my  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
And  I  am  on  my  way  to  heaven. 

4  And  when  the  storms  of  life  are  o'er, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore. 

5  And  this  my  ceaseless  song  shall  be, — 
That  Jesus  tasted  death  for  me. 


26  The  Solid  Bock. 

From  "The  Ark  of  Praise."     Tune,  No.  121. 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name  : 

Cho.—  On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

2  When  darkness  seems  to  veil  his  face, 
I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace  ; 

In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  veil. 

3  His  oath,  his  covenant,  and  blood, 
Support  me  in  the  whelming  flood : 
When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay. 

19  Edward  Mote. 


27  Come  to  Jesus. 

Tune  in  "  The  Quiver,"  p.  121. 

Cocnie  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now, 

Just  now  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now. 


2  He  will  save  you. 

3  Oh,  believe  Him. 

4  He  is  able. 

5  He  is  willing. 

6  He'll  receive  you. 

7  Flee  to  Jesus. 

8  Call  unto  Him. 


9  He  will  hear  you. 

10  He'll  have  mercy. 

11  He'll  forgive  you. 

12  He  will  cleanse  you 

13  He'll  renew  you. 

14  He  will  clothe  yon, 

15  Jesus  loves  you. 


28  In  the  Light. 

Tune  in  "  The  Quiver,"  p.  no. 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
In  the  light,  in  the  light, 

As  we  journey  let  us  sing, 
In  the  light  of  God, 

Clio. — Let  us  walk  in  the  light, 
|| :  Walk  in  the  light.: || 
In  the  light  of  God. 

2  Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 

3  "We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod. 

4  They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

5  Lift  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 
Z ion's  city  is  in  sight. 

6  There  our  endless  home  shall  be9 
There  our  Lord  we  soon  shall  see. 

7  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below. 

8  Only  Thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 


29  I  want  to  go  There  too. 

From  "The  Quiver."     Tune,  p.  114. 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

Clio. — I  want  to  go,  I  want  to  go, 
I  want  to  go  there  too, 
I  want  to  go  where  Jesus  is, 
I  want  to  go  there  too. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
]STot  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

30  The  New  Song. 

From  "The  Garner."     Tune,  p.  74. 

There  are  songs  of  joy  that  I  loved  to  sing 
When  my  heart  was  as  blithe  as  a  bird  in  spring ! 
But  the  song  I  have  learned  is  so  full  of  cheer 
That  the  dawn  shines  out  in  the  darkness  drear. 

Cho. — O  the  new,  new  song !  O  the  new,  new  song.' 
I  can  sing  it  now  with  the  ransomed  throng : 
Power  and  dominion  to  him  that  shall  reign, 
Glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 

2  There  are  strains  of  home  that  are  dear  as  life, 
And  I  list  to  them  oft  'mid  the  din  of  strife  ; 
But  I  know  of  a  home  that  is  wondrous  fair, 
And  I  sing  the  psalm  they  are  singing  there. 

3  Can  my  lips  be  mute,  or  my  heart  be  sad, 
When  the  gracious  Master  hath  made  me  glad  ? 
When  he  points  where  the  many  mansions  be, 
And  sweetly  says,  "  There  is  one  for  thee  "  ? 

2i  Flora  L.  Best. 


3 1  I  am  Glad  there  is  Cleansing. 

Tune  in"  The  Quiver,"  p.  72. 

How  bright  the  hope  that  Calv'ry  brings, 
Where  love  divine  and  mercy  blends ; 

How  full  the  joy  that  all  may  find, 
Where  flows  the  blood  can  save  and  cleanse. 

Cho. — I  am  glad  there  is  cleansing  in  the  blood,  :|| 
Tell  the  world,  all  the  world, 
There  is  cleansing  in  the  Saviour's  blood. 

2  'Tis  there !  'tis  there  the  soul  may  go, 

And  wash  its  sins  and  stains  away ; 

"Who  gives  up  all, — who  comes  by  faith, 

This  cleansing  finds  without  delay. 

3  Why  need  we  struggle  on  in  self, 

We  cannot  make  one  black  spot  white ; 
'Tis  Christ's  own  blood,  and  that  alone, 
Can  change  and  cleanse  the  heart  aright. 

4  I  come !  I  come !  and  glad  I  am 

That  Jesus  calls  the  lost  and  vile ; 
There  thousands  have  a  cleansing  found, 
I'll  heed  the  Saviour's  welcome  smile. 

Rev.  L.  Hartsough, 

32  The  Child  of  a  King. 

Tune  in  "Songs  of  Redeeming  Love,"  p.  56. 

My  Father  is  rich  in  houses  and  lands, 
He  holdeth  the  wealth  of  the  world  in  his  hands  I 
Of  rubies  and  diamonds,  of  silver  and  gold, 
His  coffers  are  full,  he  has  riches  untold. 

Cho. — I'm  the  child  of  a  King,  the  child  of  a  King, 
With  Jesus  my  Saviour,  I'm  the  child  of  a  King. 

2  My  Father's  own  Son,  the  "  Saviour  of  men !  " 
Once  wandered  o'er  earth  as  the  poorest  of  them ; 
But  now  he  is  reigning,  forever  on  high, 

And  will  give  me  a  home  in  the  sweet  by  and  by ! 

3  I  once  was  an  out-cast  stranger  on  earth, 
A  sinner  by  choice,  an  alien  by  birth  ! 

But  I've  been  adopted,  my  name's  written  down ; 
Ad  hen  to  a  mansion,  a  robe,  and  a  crown. 


4  A  tent  or  a  cottage,  why  should  I  care  ? 
They're  building  a  palace  for  me  over  there ! 
Though  exiled  from  home,  yet  still  I  may  sing : 
All  glory  to  God,  I'm  the  child  of  a  King. 

••  Hattie  E.  Buell. 

33  Glory  to  His  Name. 

Tune  in  "  The  Wells  of  Salvation,"  p.  126. 

Down  at  the  cross  where  my  Saviour  died, 
Down,  where  for  cleansing  from  sin  I  cried ; 
There  to  my  heart  was  the  blood  applied ; 

Glory  to  his  name. 
Clio. — Glory  to  his  name,  glory  to  his  name, 

There  to  my  heart  was  the  blood  applied, 
Glory  to  his  name. 

2  I  am  so  wondrously  saved  from  sin, 
Jesus  so  sweetly  abides  within  ; 
There  at  the  cross  where  he  took  me  in, 

Glory  to  his  name. 

3  Oh,  precious  fountain,  that  saves  from  sin, 
I  am  so  glad  I  have  entered  in ; 

There  Jesus  saves  me  and  keeps  me  clean, 
Glory  to  his  name. 

4  Come  to  this  fountain,  so  rich  and  sweet ; 
Cast  thy  poor  soul  at  the  Saviour's  feet ; 
Plunge  in  to-day,  and  be  made  complete  ; 

Glory  to  his  name. 

Rev.  E.  A.  Hoffman. 

34  Walk  through  the  Valley. 

These  are  the  crowns  that  we  shall  wear, 

When  all  the  saints  are  crowned ; 
These  are  the  palms  that  we  shall  bear, 
On  yonder  holy  ground. 
Clio. — We  will  walk  through  the  valley  in  peace, 
For  Jesus  will  our  leader  be, 
We  will  walk  through  the  valley  rh  peace, 
2  These  are  the  robes,  unsoiled  and  white, 
Which  there  we  shall  put  on, 
When,  foremost  'mong  the  sons  of  light, 
We  sit  on  yonder  throne. 
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35     Wont  you  come  and  go  with  me. 

Will,  you  to  heaven  go  with  me  ? 
The  Saviour's  blood  was  shed  for  thee, 
He's  pleading  now  to  set  you  free, 
Away  in  the  promised  land. 

Clio. — Oh,  wont  you  come  and  go  with  me, 
Away  to  the  promised  land  ? 

2  The  Saviour  bids  us  all  to  come ; 

The  rich,  the  poor,  the  old,  and  young ; 
He  cries  aloud,  I'll  guide  you  home, 
Away  to  the  promised  land. 

3  Some  things  there  are  must  be  denied, 
The  love  of  world,  and  lust,  and  pride, 
Else  we  can't  reign  at  Jesus'  side, 

Away  in  the  promised  land. 

4  Farewell,  dear  friends,  'twill  not  be  long 
Till  Jesus  comes  and  calls  us  home, 
Then  with  our  friends  we'll  sing  that  song, 

Away  in  the  promised  land. 


36       The  Land  that  has  no  storm. 

Sinner,  whither  art  thou  going, 
Heedless  of  the  clouds  that  form, 

Satan  tries  his  best  to  keep  you 
Prom  the  land  that  has  no  storm. 

Clio. — I'm  going,  yes,  I'm  going 

To  the  land  that  has  no  storm. 

2  Sinner,  wake  and  look  around  thee, 

Light  is  breaking  on  the  morn ; 

See  the  millions,  hear  them  singing, 

In  the  land  that  has  no  storm. 

3  Sinner,  earth  is  full  of  sorrow, 

Full  of  trial  and  of  scorn ; 
"Wont  you  come  and  be  with  Jesus 
In  the  land  that  hath  no  storm  ? 

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37  Who  is  He? 

Who  is  he  in  yonder  stall, 

At  who's  feet  the  shepherds  fall  ? 

Clio. — 'Tis  the  Lord,  oh,  wondrons  story, 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory, 
At  who's  feet  the  shepherds  fall, 
Crown  him,  crown  him  Lord  of  ail. 

2  Who  is  he  that  stands  and  weeps 
At  the  grave  where  Lazarus  sleeps  ? 

3  Who  is  he  that  on  the  cross 
Bled  for  me  and  hied  for  all  ? 

4  Who  is  he  that  from  the  grave 
Comes  to  heal,  and  help,  and  save  ? 

38  Come  to  the  Saviour. 

Tune  in  "  The  Ark  of  Praise,"  p.  6o. 

We  read  in  the  Bible  how  Jesus  doth  love, 
And  of  mansions  prepared  in  the  heavens  above  ; 
There's  a  mansion  for  Christians,  I  know  it  is  true; 
Except  ye  repent  there's  no  mansion  for  you. 

Cho. — Come,  come,  come  to  the  Saviour, 
Come,  come,  no  longer  delay ; 
Come,  come,  come  to  the  Saviour, 
Jesus  will  save  you  to*  day.  , 

2  There's  a  beautiful  mansion,  so  bright  and  so  fair, 
The  apostles  of  old  and  the  righteous  are  there, 
Only  the  pure  hearts,  our  Saviour  has  told, 

Can  enter  that  city  whose  streets  are  of  gold. 

3  'Tis  easy  for  sinners  to  come  to  the  Lord, 
It's  only  repentance  and  faith  in  his  word, 
And  God,  for  the  sake  of  his  only  dear  Son, 
Blots  out  their  transgressions  and  sins,  every  one. 

4  Then  come  to  the  Saviour,  the  time's  drawing  nigh, 
For  Jesus  hath  said  he  will  come  by  and  by, 
And  if  you're  not  ready  the  Saviour  will  say, 
Depart,  ye  accursed,  forever  away. 

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39  I  long  to  meet  you  there. 

Heaven's  a  beautiful  city, 

Its  streets  are  paved  with  pure  gold, 
Its  walls  are  made  of  jasper, 

Its  beauties  have  never  been  told. 

Cho.—I  long,  I  long,  I  long  to  meet  you  there  ! : 

2  Heaven's  a  beautiful  city, 

The  robes  and  the  crowns  I  see ; 
Its  joys  will  last  forever, — 
Oh,  that  is  the  home  for  me ! 

3  Heaven's  a  beautiful  city, 

To^its  glories  I  fain  would  fly ; 
I'm  going  to  see  King  Jesus, 

In  the  land  where  we  never  shall  die. 

4  TTill  you  go  to  that  beautiful  city  ? 

Or  will  you  forever  be  lost  ? 
Xo  sickness  nor  death  shall  part  us 
When  once  the  dark  river  we  cross. 


40  We  shall  wear  a  Crown. 

We're  going  out  with  all  our  fleet, 

(And  Jesus  will  take  care), 
Eternal  life  we're  bound  to  win, 

And  have  a  crown  to  wear. 

Clio. — And  when  the  battle's  over 
"\\re  shall  wear  a  crown, 
In  the  XeAV  Jerusalem. 

2  And  when  our  warfare  here  is  o'er 

We  want  to  be  like  him 
Who  washed  us  from  unrighteousness 

And  cleansed  us  from  all  sin. 

3  Come,  sinner,  come,  and  don't  refuse, 

While  the  invitation's  given, 
Come,  make  your  peace  with  Jesus  now, 
And  wear  a  crown  in  heaven. 

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41  I'm  Thinking  of  Home. 

1  am  thinking  of  home,  of  my  Father's  house, 
Where  the  many  bright  mansions  be  ; 

Of  the  city  whose  streets  are  all  covered  with  gold, 
Of  its  jasper  walls,  pure  and  fair  to  behold, 
Which  the  righteous  alone  ever  see. 

Cho. — O  home,  sweet  home,  sweet  home ! 

I  am  thinking  and  longing  for  home  ! 
Beyond  the  pearly  gate  many  mansions  wait 
For  the  weary  ones  who  journey  home. 

2  I  am  thinking  of  home,  of  the  loved  ones  there, 
Dearest  friends  who  have  gone  before ; 

With  whom  we  went  down  to  the  death-river's  side, 
And  so  sadly  thought  as  we  watched  by  the  tide, 
Of  the  thrice  happy  mornings  of  yore. 

3 1  am  thinking  of  home,  yes,  of  "home, sweet  homeT " 

May  we  all  in  that  home  unite 
With  the  white-covered  throng,  and  exult  ingly  raise, 
To  the  Triune  God,  sweetest  anthems  of  praise, 

Singing,  glory,  and  honor,  and  might. 

42  0  Lord,  have  Mercy. 

Saviour  of  sinners,  lend  thine  ear, 

Accept  the  mourner's  plea, 
And  listen  to  my  feeble  prayer, 

Descend  and  pardon  me. 

Cho. — O  Lord,  have  mercy,  :|| 
Have  mercy  on  me. 

2  Beneath  thy  cross  I'll  urge  my  cry, 

Until  my  soul  is  free ; 
Both  night  and  day  I  groan  and  sigh, 

0  Jesus,  pardon  me ! 

3  'Tis  done,  'tis  done,  I  do  believe, 

1  feel  my  soul  is  free ; 
Thy  great  salvation  I  receive, 

Yes,  thou  hast  pardoned  me. 

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43  Treasures  of  Heaven. 

Tune  in  "Songs  of  Redeeming  Love,"  p.  49. 

There's  a  crown  in  heaven  for  the  striving  soul, 
Which  the  "blessed  Jesus  himself  will  place 

On  the  head  of  each  who  shall  faithful  prove, 
Even  unto  death,  in  the  heavenly  race. 

Cho. — Oh,  may  that  crown  in  heaven  be  mine, 
And  I  among  the  angels  shine ; 
Be  thou,  O  Lord !  my  daily  guide, 
Let  me  ever  in  thy  love  abide. 

2  There's  a  joy  in  heaven  for  the  mourning  soul, 

Though  the  tears  may  fall  all  the  earthly  night ; 
Yet  the  clouds  of  sadness  will  break  away, 
And  rejoicing  come  with  the  morning  light. 
Cho. — Oh,  may  that  joy,  etc. 

3  There's  a  home  in  heaven  for  the  faithful  soul, 

In  the  many  mansions  prepared  above, 
Where  the  glorified  shall  forever  sing, 
Of  a  Saviour's  free  and  unbounded  love. 

Cho. — Oh,  may  that  home,  etc. 

T.  G.  O'Kane. 

44  Higher  than  I. 

Tune  in  "Goodly  Pearls,"  p.  79. 

Oh,  sometimes  the  shadows  are  deep, 
And  rough  seems  the  path  to  the  goal, 

And  sorrows,  how  often  they  sweep, 
Like  tempests,  down  over  the  soul. 

Cho. — Oh.  then  to  the  Eock  let  me  fly, 

To  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  L:|| 

2  Oh,  sometimes  how  long  seems  the  day, 

And  sometimes  how  weary  my  feet ; 
But  toiling  in  life's  dusty  way 
The  Rock's  blessed  shadow  how  sweet ! 

3  Oh.  near  to  the  Eock  let  me  keep, 

Or  blessings  or  sorrows  prevail ; 
Or  climbing  the  mountain-way  steep, 
Or  walking  the  shadowy  vale. 

28  E.  Johnson. 


45  Nearer  to  Thee, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ; 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

46  The  Lion  of  Judali. 

From  "The  Quiver."     Tune,  No.  142. 

'Twas  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  who  died  on  the  tree, 
To  open  a  fountain  for  sinners  like  me  ; 
His  blood  is  the  fountain  that  pardon  bestows, 
And  cleanses  the  foulest  wTherever  it  flows. 
Cho. -For  the  Lion  of  Judah  shall  break  every  chain, 
And  give  us  the  victory  again  and  again. 

2  And  when  I  was  willing  with  all  things  to  part, 
He  gave  me  my  bounty,  his  love  in  my  heart ; 
So  now  I  am  joined  with  the  conquering  band, 
Who  are  marching  to  glory  at  Jesus'  command. 

3  And  when  the  last  trumpet  of  judgment  shall  sound, 

And  wake  all  the  nations  that  sleep  hi  the  ground, 
Then,  when  heav'n  and  earth  shall  be  melting  away, 
I'll  sing  of  the  blood  of  the  cross  hi  that  day. 
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47  My  Jesus,  I  lore  Thee. 

My  Jesus,  I  love  thee,  I  know  thou  art  mine, 
For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  sin  I  resign ; 
My  gracious  Redeemer,  my  Saviour  art  thou, 
If  ever  I  loved  thee,  my  Jesus,  'tis  now. 

Cho. — There's  a  better  day,  there's  a  crowning  day,  :;| 
There's  a  better  day  coming  on, 
Coming  on,  coming  on,  coming  on,  coming  on, 
There's  a  better  day,  there's  a  crowning  day, 
There's  a  better  day  coming  on. 

2  I  love  thee  because  thou  hast  first  loved  me, 
And  purchased  my  pardon,  being  nailed  to  the  tree: 
I  love  thee  for  wearing  the  thorns  on  thy  brow, 
If  ever  I  loved  thee,  my  Jesus,  'tis  now. 

3  In  mansions  of  glory,  in  heavenly  delight, 
I'll  ever  adore  thee  in  regions  of  light ; 

And  sing  with  a  glittering  crown  on  my  brow, 
If  ever  I  loved  thee,  my  Jesus,  'tis  now. 

48  My  Surety. 
Arise,  my  soul,  arise ! 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears ; 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears. 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead. 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 
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4  My  God  is  reconciled ; 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear. 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father !  cry. 

49  Coming  By  and  By. 

Tune  in  "  The  Wells  of  Salvation,"  p.  168. 

A  better  day  is  coming, 

A  morning  bright  and  fair ; 
If  we  live  right,  both  day  and  night, 

We'll  have  a  home  up  there ; 
God's  only  Son  will  listen 

To  every  creature's  sigh, 
Have  mercy  here  and  everywhere, 

And  take  us  by  and  by. 

Cho. — Coming  by  and  by,  coming  by  and  by, 

A  better  day  is  coming,  the  time  is  drawing  nigh, 
Coming  by  and  by,  coming  by  and  by, 
Our  days  are  few,  we'll  soon  pass  through, 
'Tis  coming  by  and  by. 

2  A  better  day  is  coming, 

We  cannot  say  how  long, 
'Twill  glory  be  when  we  shall  see 

The  host  around  the  throne, 
Then  free  from  want  and  sorrow, 

Our  tears  will  all  be  dry, 
We'll  sing  and  shine,  'mid  light  divine, 

In  glory  by  and  by. 

3  A  better  day  is  coming ; 

Come,  join  with  me  and  sing 
The  praises  of  Immanuel, 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
Farewell  all  earthly  pleasures, 

The  angels  come  from  high 
To  take  me  home,  no  more  to  roam, 

'Tis  coming  by  and  by. 
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50  Come  thou  Fount. 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never-ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 
Praise  the  mount !  I'm  fixed  upon  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love ! 

2  Here  I'll  raise  my  Ebenezer; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be! 
Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter. 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, — 

Prone,  to  leave  the  God  I  love, — 
Here's  my  heart ;  oh,  take,  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

6  J  There  is  a  Fountain. 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
,  Drawn  from  Immanuers  veins, 

'    And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

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4  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

>         Jesus,  Lover  of  My  Soul. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high : 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  oh,  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

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53  Safe  within  the  Tale. 

Tune  in  "  Goodly  Pearls,"  p.  98. 

Land  ahead !  its  fruits  are  waving, 
O'er  the  hills  of  fadeless  green ; 

And  the  living  waters  laving 
Shores  where  heavenly  forms  are  seen. 

Cho. — Rocks  and  storms,  I'll  fear  no  more, 
When  on  that  eternal  shore ; 
Drop  the  anchor,  furl  the  sail, 
I  am  safe  within  the  vale. 

2  Onward,  bark,  the  cape  I'm  rounding; 

See,  the  blessed  wave  their  hands ; 
Hear  the  golden  harps  resounding 
From  the  bright  immortal  bands. 

3  Xow  we're  safe  from  all  temptation, 

All  the  storms  of  life  are  past ; 
Praise  the  Rock  of  our  salvation, 
We  are  safe  at  home  at  last. 

Rev.  E.  Adams. 

54  When  the  Tempest  passes  over. 

We  are  sailing  on  the  old  ship  of  Zion, 
We  are  sailing  to  the  home  of  the  blest, 

"Where  the  holy  angels  wait  for  our  coming, 
In  the  city  where  the  saints  sweetly  rest. 

Cho. — When  the  tempest  passes  over. 

We  will  meet  each  other  there,  on  the  shore. 

2  Millions  have  already  reached  the  blest  harbor, 

And  are  singing  with  the  loved  gone  before : 
Millions  more  are  sailing  over  the  river 
To  their  mansions  on  the  beautiful  shore. 

3  Spread  your  canvas  to  the  winds :  let  the  breezes 

Gently  waft  the  noble  ship  to  the  shore ; 
All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing  to  Jesus, 
Who  will  bring  them  to  the  bright  evermore. 

4  When  we  all  are  safely  landed  in  heaven, 

We  will  gladly  shout  our  dangers  are  o'er; 
We  will  walk  about  the  beautiful  city. 
And  we'll  sing  the  happy  song  evermore. 
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55  Trusting  in  the  Promise. 

Tune  in  "Songs  of  Redeeming  Love,"  p.  28. 

I  have  found  repose  for  my  weary  soul, 
Trusting  in  the  promise  of  the  Saviour; 
And  a  harbor  safe  when  the  billows  roll,  Trusting,  etc., 
I  will  fear  no  foe  in  the  deadly  strife,  Trusting,  etc.; 

1  will  bear  my  lot  in  the  toil  of  life,  Trusting,  etc. 

Eef. — Resting  on  his  mighty  arm  forever, 
Never  from  his  loving  heart  to  sever, 

1  will  rest  by  grace  in  his  strong  embrace, 
Trusting  in  the  promise  of  the  Saviour. 

2  I  will  sing  my  song  as  the  days  go  by,  Trusting,  etc., 
And  rejoice  in  hope,  while  I  live  or  die,  Trusting,  etc.; 
I  can  smile  at  grief,  and  abide  in  pain,  Trusting,  etc., 
And  the  loss  of  all  will  be  highest  gain,  Trusting,  etc. 

3  Oh,  the  peace  and  joy  of  the  life  I  live,  Trusting,  etc., 
Oh, the  strength  and  grace  only  God  can  give,  Trusting, 
Whosoever  will  may  be  saved  to-day,  Trusting, etc., 
And  begin  to  walk  in  the  holy  way,  Trusting,  etc. 

Rev.  H  B.  Hartzlek. 

56  Wondrous  Love. 

Tune  in  "Goodly  Pearls,"  p.  59. 

God  loved  the  world  of  sinners  lost, 

And  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
Salvation  full,  at  highest  cost, 

He  offers  free  to  all. 

Clio. — Oh,  'twas  love,  'twas  wondrous  love! 
The  love  of  God  to  me ; 
It  brought  my  Saviour  from  above, 
To  die  on  Calvary. 

2  E'en  now  by  faith  I  claim  him  mine, 

The  risen  Son  of  God ; 
Redemption  by  his  death  I  find, 
And  cleansing  through  his  blood. 

3  Love  brings  the  glorious  fulness  in, 

And  to  his  saints  makes  known 
The  blessed  rest  from  inbred  sin, 
Through  faith  in  Christ  alone. 

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57  Am  I  a  Soldier. 

A3i  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
"While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

3  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

Clio.—  There's  a  light  lit  up  in  Galilee,  :|| 
To  bathe  my  weary  soul. 


58  Jesus  Saves  Me. 

Precious  Saviour,  thou  hast  saved  me : 

Thine  and  only  thine  I  am  : 
Oh,  the  cleansing  blood  has  reached  me, 

Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb ! 

Cho.— Glory,  glory,  Jesus  saves  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb ! 
Oh,  the  cleansing  blood  has  reached  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Long  my  yearning  heart  was  trying 
To  enjoy  this  perfect  rest ; 
But  I  gave  all  trying  over ; 
Simply  trusting,  I  was  blest. 
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3  Trusting,  trusting  every  moment ;         f 

Feeling  now  the  blood  applied ; 

Lying  at  the  cleansing  fountain ; 

Dwelling  in  my  Saviour's  side. 

4  Consecrated  to  thy  service, 

I  will  live  and  die  to  thee : 
I  will  witness  to  thy  glory 
Of  salvation  full  and  free. 

Louise  M.  Rouse. 

59    Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

Clio. — Help  me,  dear  Saviour,  thee  to  own, 
And  ever  faithful  be ; 
And  when  thou  sittest  on  thy  throne, 
O  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature,  's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  head 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  to  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 
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60  01i5  Sing  of  His  Mighty  Love. 

On.  bliss  of  the  purified,  bliss  of  the  free, 
I  plunge  in  the  crimson  tide  opened  for  me ; 
O'er  sin  and  uncleanness  exulting  I  stand, 
And  point  to  the  print  of  the  nails  in  his  hand, 

Clio. — Oh,  sing  of  his  mighty  love, 
||:  Sing  of  his  mighty  love,:|| 
Mighty  to  save. 

2  Oh,  bliss  of  the  purified,  Jesus  is  mine, 
Xo  longer  in  dread  condemnation  I  pine ; 
In  conscious  salvation  I  sing  of  his  grace, 
Who  lifteth  upon  me  the  light  of  his  face. 

3  Oh,  bliss  of  the  purified !  bliss  of  the  pure ! 

No  wound  hath  the  soul  that  his  blood  cannot  cure; 
Xo  sorrow-bowed  head  but  may  sweetly  find  rest, 
Xo  tears  but  may  dry  them  on  Jesus'  breast. 

4  O,  Jesus  the  crucified !  thee  will  I  sing, 

My  blessed  Redeemer,  my  God  and  my  King ; 
My  soul  filled  with  rapture  shall  shout  o'er  the  grave, 
And  triumph  in  death  in  the  "Mighty  to  Save. " 

61  Walk  in  the  Light. 

Tune  in  "The  Quiver,"  p.  77. 

Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  know 

That  fellows!) ip  of  love 
His  Spirit  only  can  bestow 

Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

Cho.—  Walk  in  the  light,  :|| 

Walk  in  the  light,  the  light  of  God. 

2  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  find 

Thy  heart  made  truly  his 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined, 
In  whom  no  darkness  is. 

3  Walk  in  the  light !  and  sin  abhorred 

Shall  ne'er  defile  again ; 
The  blood  of  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord 
Shall  cleanse  from  every  stain. 

38  Barton. 


62  I  left  it  All  with  Jesus. 

From  "Songs  of  Triumph."     Tune,  No.  158. 

O,  I  left  it  all  with  Jesus  long  ago,  long  ago, 

My  sinfulness  I  brought  him  and  my  woe, 

And  when  by  faith  I  saw  him  on  the  tree, 

And  heard  his  still,  small  whisper,  u  'Tis  for  thee," 

From  my  weary  heart  the  burden  rolled  away,  rolled 

And  now  I'm  singing  glory,  happy  day.  [away, 

2  O,  I  leave  it  all  with  Jesus  for  he  know^s,  for  he 
Just  how  to  take  the  bitter  from  life's  woes,  [knows 
And  how  to  gild  the  tear-drop  with  his  smile, 

To  make  the  desert  garden  bloom  awhile, 

Then,  with  all  my  weakness  leaning  on  his  might,  on 

My  soul  sings  hallelujah,  all  is  light.        [his  might, 

3  O,  I  leave  it  all  with  Jesus  day  by  day,  day  by  day, 
My  faith  can  firmly  trust  him,  come  what  may, 
For  hope  has  dropped  her  anchor,  found  her  rest, 
Within  the  calm  sure  haven  of  his  breast, 

And  oli !  'tis  joy  of  heaven  to  abide,  to  abide 
Close  to  my  dear  Redeemer,  at  his  side. 

63  Besting  at  the  Cross. 

To  the  Cross  of  Christ,  my  Saviour, 
I  had  brought  my  weary  soul, 

Burdened,  faint  and  broken-hearted, 
Praying,  "  Jesus  make  me  whole." 

Cho. — Glory,  glory  be  to  Jesus, 

I  am  counting  all  but  dross ; 
I  have  found  a  full  salvation, 
I'm  resting  at  the  cross. 

2  At  the  cross,  while  meekly  bowing, 

Jesus,  smiling,  bade  me  live  ; 
"I  have  died  for  your  transgressions, 
And  I  freely  all  forgive." 

3  At  the  cross  I'm  calmly  trusting, 

Every  moment  now  is  sweet ; 
I  am  tasting  of  his  glory, 
I  am  resting  at  his  feet. 
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64  Sailing  o'er  the  Sea. 

Though  the  mighty  billows  swell, 
They  shall  never  overwhelm, 

Though  the  breakers  roar  upon  the  lea, 
'Mid  the  strife  his  praise  will  swell, 
Tor  we've  Jesus  at  the  helm, 

And  he'll  guide  us  safely  o'er  the  sea, 

Clio. — We  are  sailing  o'er  the  sea,:|| 

We  are  drifting  toward  the  lea.:|| 

2  Though  for  many  ages  past 
She  has  braved  the  stormy  blast, 

She  is  the  old  ship  Zion  as  of  yore  ; 
Safe  amid  the  rocks  and  shoals, 
She  has  landed  many  souls, 

Safe  at  home  on  Canaan's  happy  shore, 

3  Ho !  ye  sinners,  hear  to-day, 
There  is  danger  in  your  way ! 

By  the  chart  of  folly  you're  misled ; 
There  is  danger  underneath, 
And  above  a  storm  of  wrath, 

And  the  rocks  of  destruction  are  ahead. 


65  Yes,  I  will  Rejoice. 

From  "  Songs  of  Redeeming  Love."     Tune,  p.  30. 

Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  promise  assures  us  "The  Lord  will  provide." 

Gho. — Yes,  I  will  rejoice,  rejoice  in  the  Lord,:|| 
Will  joy  in  the  G-od  of  my  salvation. 

2  The  birds,  without  barn  or  store-house,  are  fed, 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread  : 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  uThe  Lord  will  provide." 
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3  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith ; 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  though  oft  he  has  tried, 
The  heart-cheering  promise,  "The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide." 

4  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain ; 
The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain : 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have  tried, 
This  answers  all  questions,  "The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide." 


66    You  must  be  a  Lover  of  the  Lord, 

Eetuhn,  O  wanderer,  return, 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face ; 

Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

Cho. — Oh,  you  must  be  a  lover  of  the  Lord,:|| 

Or  you  can't  go  to  heaven  when  you  die. 

2  Eeturn,  O  wanderer,  return  ; 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  : 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3  Eeturn,  O  wanderer,  return  ; 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  : 
Come  to  his  cross,  and,  grateful,  learn 
How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

4  Eeturn,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear  ; 
Thy  Father  calls— no  longer  mourn  ; 
'Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 

5  Eeturn,  O  wanderer,  return  ; 

Eegain  thy  long-sought  rest : 
The  Saviour's  melting  mercies  yearn 
To  clasp  thee  to  his  breast. 


67  Lights  along  the  Shore. 

I*3i  a  pilgrim  and  a  stranger  passing  over, 
The  road  may  be  rough,  but  'tis  clear, 

And  a  starry  crown  awaits  me  o'er  the  river, 
And  Jesus  bids  me  welcome  there. 

Cho. — There  are  lights  along  the  shore  that  never 
That  never,  never  grow  dim ;       [grow  dim, 
These  souls  are  all  aflame 
With  the  love  of  Jesus'  name. 
They  guide  us,  yes,  they  guide  us  unto  him. 

2  Sometimes  I  meet  with  trials  on  my  journey, 

Temptation  and  sorrow  by  the  way : 
But  Jesus  speaks,  and  says,  uI'm  ever  near  thee, 
To  guide  to  realms  of  endless  day." 

3  Friends  of  Jesus !  may  your  lights  be  trimmed  and 

And  shining  along  the  way  of  love;     [burning. 
Soon  you'll  gain  the  heights  of  glory,  and  be  singing 
The  happy  song  of  saints  above. 

4  We're  a  happy  band  of  Christ  ians,bound  for  Canaan , 

The  land  is  in  view,  the  wind  's  fair ; 
We  will  sing  redeeming  love  beyond  the  Jordan, 
With  Jesus  dwell  forever  there. 

Rev.  J.  H.  Stockton. 


68         Adieu,  My  Friends,  Adieu. 

Faeewell  !  farewell  to  all  below, 
The  Saviour  calls  me,  I  must  go ; 
I  launch  my  boat  into  the  sea, 
This  world  is  not  the  land  for  me. 

Cho. — Adieu,  adieu,  my  friends,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you, 
My  Saviour  calls  me,  I  must  go 
To  meet  him  in  the  promise  land. 

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2  O  sinner,  why  will  you  not  go  ? 
There's  room  enough  for  you,  I  know ; 
Our  boat  is  sound,  her  passage  free, 
And  there's  a  better  land  for  thee. 

3  Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  may  not  stay, 
The  land  I  seek  is  far  away ; 
Where  Christ  is  not  I  cannot  be, 
This  land  is  not  the  land  for  me. 

4  Praise  be  to  God  my  home's  on  high, 
The  angels  sing  and  so  will  I ; 

The  seraphs  bow  and  bend  the  kn  je, 
O  that's  the  land  the  land  for  me. 


69  Beliold  the  Bridegroom. 

From  "Gems  of  Gospel  Song,"  by  per.     Tune,  p.  13. 

Are  you  ready  for  the  Bridegroom 

When  he  comes,  when  he  comes,  :|| 
Behold !  he  cometh  !  behold !  he  cometh ! 

Be  robed  and  ready,  for  the  Bridegroom  comes. 

Cho. — Behold  the  Bridegroom,  for  he  comes,  for  he 

Behold!  he  cometh!  behold!  he  cometh!    [comes!  :|| 

Be  robed  and  ready,  for  the  Bridegroom  conies. 

2  Have  your  lamps  trimmed  and  burning 

When  he  comes,  when  he  comes ; 
He  quickly  cometh,  he  quickly  cometh, 
O  soul !  be  ready  when  the  Bridegroom  comes. 

3  We  will  all  go  out  to  meet  him 

When  he  comes,  when  he  comes ; 
He  surely  cometh !  he  surely  cometh ! 
We'll  go  to  meet  him  when  the  Bridegroom  comes. 

4  We  will  chant  alleluias 

When  he  comes,  when  he  comes  ; 
Lo  !  he  cometh !  lo !  he  cometh ! 
Sing  alleluia !  for  the  Bridegroom  comes. 

R.  E.  Hudson, 
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70  The  Judgment  Day. 

Axd  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 

And  answer  in  that  day 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 

And  every  word  I  say  ? 
Cho. — O  what  will  you  do  in  the  judgment  day, 
The  judgment  day,  the  judgment  day ; 
When  the  heavens  and  the  earth  shall  pass 
What  will  you  do  in  that  day  ?  [away  ; 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  That  awful  day  will  surely  come. 

The  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

4  How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live, 

With  what  religious  fear  ! 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behaviour  here. 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near  ; 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 

71  Whosoever. 

From  "  The  Ark  of  Praise,"  by  per.     Tune,  p.  43. 

I  praise  the  Lord  that  one  like  me 
For  mercy  may  to  Jesus  flee, 
He  says  that  whosoever  will 
May  seek  and  find  salvation  still. 
Cho. — My  Saviour's  promise  faileth  never  ; 
He  counts  me  in  the  Whosoever. 

2  I  was  to  sin  a  wretched  slave, 
But  Jesus  died  my  soul  to  save  : 
He  says  that  whosoever  will 
May  seek  and  find  salvation  still. 

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3  I  look  by  faith  and  see  this  word, 
Stamped  with  the  blood  of  Christ  my  Lord, 
He  says  that  whosoever  will 

May  seek  and  find  salvation  still. 

4  I  now  believe  he  saves  my  soul, 

His  precious  blood  hath  made  me  whole ; 
He  says  that  whosoever  will 
May  seek  and  find  salvation  still. 

James  Nicholson. 

5  A  Sinner  like  Me. 

From  "The  Wells  of  Salvation,"  by  per.     Tune,  p.  39. 

I  was  once  far  away  from  the  Saviour, 
And  as  vile  as  a  sinner  could  be, 

I  wondered  if  Christ  the  Redeemer 
Could  save  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 

2  I  wandered  on  in  the  darkness, 

Not  a  ray  of  light  could  I  see, 
And  the  thought  filled  my  heart  with  sadness. 
There's  no  hope  for  a  sinner  like  me. 

3  And  then,  in  that  dark,  lonely  hour, 

A  voice  sweetly  whispered  to  me, 
Saying,  Christ  the  Redeemer  hath  power 
To  save  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 

4  I  listened,  and  lo !  'twas  the  Saviour 

That  was  speaking  so  kindly  to  me : 
I  cried,  I'm  the  chief  of  sinners, 
Thou  canst  save  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 

5  I  then  fully  trusted  in  Jesus, 

And  oh,  what  a  joy  came  to  me ; 
My  heart  was  filled  with  his  praises, 
For  saving  a  sinner  like  me. 

6  And  when  life's  journey  is  over, 

And  I  the  dear  Saviour  shall  see, 
I'll  praise  him  forever  and  ever, 
Tor  saving  a  sinner  like  me. 

Chas.  J.  Butler. 
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73  Just  Across  the  river. 

Jesus  Christ  gives  the  command, 

March  into  the  happy  land  ; 
Soon  to  join  the  glorious  band, 
Over  in  the  promised  land. 

Clio, — Just  across  the  river  there's  an  angel  band,:|| 
We  shall  meet  on  the  golden  street, 
Over  in  the  promised  land. 

2  Thousands  are  already  there, 
Ranging  through  the  regions  fair ; 
Crowns  of  righteousness  they  wear, 
Over  hi  the  promised  land. 

3  We  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore. 
Storms  and  tempests  shall  be  o'er, 
"We  shall  praise  him  evermore, 
Over  hi  the  promised  land. 

4  Soon  the  trump  shall  bid  us  rise, 
Take  possession  of  the  prize, 
Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 
Over  in  the  promised  land. 

74  Redeemed. 

From  "Songs  of  Redeeming  Love."     Tune,  p.  7. 

Redeemed,  how  1  love  to  proclaim  it. 
Redeemed  by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

Redeemed  through  his  infinite  mercy, 
His  child  and  forever  I  am. 

Ref.  — Redeemed .  redeem ed , 
Redeemed  by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

Redeemed,  redeemed. 
His  child  and  forever  I  am. 

2  Redeemed,  and  so  happy  in  Jesus. 
Xo  language  my  rapture  can  tell, 
I  know  that  the  light  of  his  presence 
With  me  doth  continually  dwell. 
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I  think  of  my  blessed  Redeemer, 
I  think  of  him  all  the  day  long, 

I  sing,  for  I  cannot  be  silent, 
His  love  is  the  theme  of  my  song. 


75    Is  not  This  the  Land  of  Benlah  ? 

From  "Songs  of  Redeeming  Love."     Tune,  p.  31. 

I  am  dwelling  on  the  mount  a  in, 

Where  the  golden  sunlight  gleams 
O'er  a  land  whose  wondrous  beauty 

Far  exceeds  my  fondest  dreams  ; 
Where  the  air  is  pure,  ethereal, 

Laden  with  the  breath  of  flowers, 
They  are  blooming  by  the  fountain, 

'Xeath  the  amaranthine  bo  .vers. 

Clio. — Is  not  this  the  land  of  Beulah, 
Blessed,  blessed  land  of  light, 
Where  the  flowers  bloom  forever, 
And  the  sun  is  always  bright. 

2  I  can  see  far  down  the  mountain, 

Where  I  wandered  weary  years, 
Often  hindered  in  my  journey 

By  the  ghosts  of  doubts  and  fears, 
Broken  vows  and  disappointments 

Thickly  sprinkled  all  the  way, 
But  the  Spirit  led,  unerring, 

To  the  land  I  hold  to-day. 

3  I  am  drinking  at  the  fountain, 

Where  I  ever  would  abide  ; 
For  I've  tasted  life's  pure  river, 

And  my  soul  is  satisfied  ; 
There's  no  thirsting  for  life's  pleasures, 

Nor  adorning,  rich  and  gay, 
For  I've  found  a  richer  treasure, 

One  that  fadeth  not  away. 
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"7Q  Music  No.  S3  in  "  The  Quartet." 

TIDINGS,  happy  tidings,  hark !  hark !  the  sound ! 
Hear  the  joyful  echo  through  the  world  resound  ; 
Christ  the  Lord  proclaims  them,  hear  and  heed  the  call, 
Come,  ye  starving  ones  that  perish,  room,  room  for  all. 

Ref. — Whosoever  asketh,  Jesus  will  receive ; 
Whosoever  thirsteth,  Jesus  will  relieve  ; 
See  the  living  waters,  flowing  full  and  free ; 
Oh,  the  blessed  whosoever !  that  means  me. 

2  Tidings,  happy  tidings,  hark !  hark  !  they  say. 
Do  not  slight  the  warning,  come,  oh,  come  to-day  ; 
Christ,  our  loving  Saviour,  still  repeats  the  call, 
Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden,  room,  room  for  all. 

3  Tidings,  happy  tidings,  hark  !  hark!  again! 
Rushing  o'er  the  mountain,  sweeping  o'er  the  plain : 
Onward  goes  the  message,  'tis  the  Saviour's  call. 
Come,  for  everything  is  ready,  room,  room  for  all. 

77  Music  No.  ijy  in  " The  Quartet" 

f~^\  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
^-^     A  heart  from  sin  set  free ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me ! 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within ! 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thv  new,  best  name  of  Love. 
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78  Music  No.  66  in  "Precious  Hymns." 

r  I  ^HERE'S  a  shout  in  the  camp,  for  the  Lord  is 
-*-       Hallelujah !  praise  his  name  ;  [here, 

To  the  feast  of  his  love  we  again  draw  near, 
Praise,  oh,  praise  his  name. 

Cho. — Room  for  the  millions  !  room  for  all ! 
Hallelujah !  praise  his  name ; 
Come  to  the  banquet,  great  and  small, 
Praise,  oh,  praise  his  name. 

2  There's  a  shout  in  the  camp  like  the  shout  of  old, 

Hallelujah  !  praise  his  name ; 
For  the  cloud  of  his  glory  we  now  behold, 
Praise,  oh,  praise  his  name. 

3  There's  a  shout  in  the  ranks  of  the  King  of  kings, 

Hallelujah !  praise  his  name ; 
While  we  drink  at  the  Rock  from  the  living  springs, 
Praise,  oh,  praise  his  name. 

4  There's  a  shout  in  the  camp  while  our  souls  repeat 

Hallelujah,  praise  his  name  ; 
There  is  room  for  the  world  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
Praise,  oh,  praise  his  name. 


79 


A     CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
-^"^-     A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil, — 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  oh,  fhy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give. 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die.  c.  Wesley. 

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30  Music  No.  146  in  "  TJie  Quartet." 

j\   LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
-*^-    Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


81 


/^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
^-^    With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Kindle  a  name  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toys  ; 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Father,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate, 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come.  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 
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82 


(~~\  FOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
^^    Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe ! 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God  i 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; 

4  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Illumes  a  dying  bed. 

5  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 


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f~\  FOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
^S  My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus !  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  canceled  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 
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Q /|-    Copyrt,  iSSj,  by  J. J.  Hood.     Tuner  To  Jesus  I  will  go" 
TESTIS  calls  me  now  to  him  in  my  youth, 
*-*     Calls  me  to  remember  him  in  life's  lair  morn ; 
I  will  listen  to  the  words  of  his  truth  ; 

I  will  answer  ere  the  light  of  morn  is  gone, 

Cho. — Now  I  will  go,  now  I  will  go, 

I'll  go  to  Jesus  now  and  be  saved.  :|| 

2  For  the  promises  I  read  in  his  word 

Teach  that  those  who  seek  him  early  shall  find : 
There  I  learn  there  is  forgiveness  with  the  Lord, 
For  his  loving  heart  is  tender  and  kind. 

3  I  will  try  to  follow  close  in  his  way, 

I  will  seek  for  grace  to  keep  at  his  side ; 
I  will  heed  his  message,  Watch  ye  and  pray. — 
He  will  keep  me  when  Fin  tempted  and  tried. 

4  I  am  glad  he  calls  me  now  in  my  youth, 

I  am  glad  to  seek  him  in  life's  opening  day ; 
So  I  heed  the  blessed  words  of  his  truth, 
I  now  answer  and  he  takes  my  sins  away. 


85 


"\\T"HEX  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
*  *      To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come. 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall. — 

So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 
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86 

WOULD  not  live  alway  ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way : 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb  ! 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God ; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains. 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 

4  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
There  Saviour  and  brethern  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

87 

"XX7~ERE  it  not  for  thee,  my  Saviour, 

*  *       Were  it  not  for  thee, 
Advocate  and  Intercessor, 

Where  would  I  be  ? 

Cho. — How  could  I  do  without  thee, 
Saviour  and  Friend  ? 
Thou  art  my  only  refuge, — 
Save  to  the  end. 

2  Where  it  not  that  love  and  mercy 

With  my  Lord  abides, 
When  my  conscience  is  o'ertaken, 
Where  would  I  hide  ? 

3  Where  it  not  that  thou  hast  promised 

Freely  to  forgive, 
In  the  face  of  my  transgressions, 
How  could  I  live  ? 

4  If  there  were  no  cross  uplifted 

High  on  Calvary, 
There  would  be  no  hope  of  pardon, 
No  heaven  for  me. 
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QQ  Music  No.  28  in  "The  Quartet." 

/\    RE  you  weary,  are  you  heavy-hearted  \ 
-^^-     Tell  it  tq  Jesus,  tell  it  to  Jesus ; 
Are  you  grieving  over  joys  departed? 

Tell  it  to  Jesus  alone. 

Cho.— Tell  it  to  Jesus,  tell  it  to  Jesus, 

He  is  a  friend  that's  well  known ; 
You  have  no  other  such  a  friend  or  "brother, 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  alone. 

2  Do  the  tears  flow  down  your  cheeks  unbidden  ? 

Tell  it  to  Jesus,  tell  it  to  Jesus ; 
Have  you  sins  that  to  man's  eye  are  hidden? 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  alone. 

3  Do  you  fear  the  gath'ring  clouds  of  sorrow  ? 

Tell  it  to  Jesus,  tell  it  to  Jesus ; 
Are  you  anxious  what  shall  be  to-morrow  ? 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  alone. 

4  Are  you  troubled  at  the  thought  of  dying? 

Tell  it  to  Jesus,  tell  it  to  Jesus ; 
For  Christ's  coming  Kingdom  are  you  sighing  ? 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  alone. 


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~TZ>LESSED  assurance,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 
-*— *    Oh.  what  a  foretaste  of  glory  divine ! 
Heir  of  salvation,  purchased  of  God, 
Born  of  his  Spirit,  Washed  in  his  blood. 

Cho. — This  is  my  story,  this  is  my  song, 

Praising  my  Saviour  all  the  day  long.  :|| 

2  Perfect  submission,  perfect  delight, 
Visions  of  rapture  burst  on  my  sight, 
Angels  descending,  bring  from  above, 
Echoes  of  mercy,  whispers  of  love. 

3  Perfect  submission,  all  is  at  rest, 

I  in  my  Saviour  am  happy  and  blest, 
Watching  and  waiting,  looking  above, 
Filled  with  his  goodness,  lost  in  his  love. 
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QO  Music  No.  75  in  "  The  Quartet." 

"C^ACH  cooing  dove  and  sighing  bough, 
-"■ — ^    That  makes  the  eve  so  blest  to  ine, 
Has  something  far  diviner  now, 
It  bears  me  back  to  Galilee. 

Cho. — O  Galilee !  sweet  Galilee ! 

Where  Jesus  loved  so  much  to  be ; 

O  Galilee !  blue  Galilee ! 

Come,  sing  thy  song  again  to  me ! 

2  Each  flowery  glen  and  mossy  dell, 

Where  happy  birds  in  song  agree, 
Through  sunny  morn  the  praises  tell 
Of  sights  and  sounds  in  Galilee. 

3  And  when  I  read  the  thrilling  lore 

Of  him  who  walked  upon  the  sea, 

1  long,  oh,  how  I  long  once  more 
To  follow  him  in  Galilee. 

Q  |  Music  No.  j88  in  "  The  Quartet  v 

O  IMPLY  trusting  every  day  ; 
^    Trusting,  though  a  stormy  way ; 

Even  when  my  faith  is  small, 

Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

Cho. — Trusting  as  the  moments  fly, 
Trusting  as  the  days  go  by. 
Trusting  him,  whate'er  befall, — 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

2  Brightly  doth  his  Spirit  shine 
Into  this  poor  heart  of  mine ; 
While  he  leads  I  cannot  fall, — 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

3  Singing,  if  my  way  is  clear ; 
Praying,  if  my  path  is  drear ; 
If  in  danger,  for  him  call, — 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

4  Trusting  him  while  life  shall  last, 
Trusting  him  till  earth  is  past — 
Till  within  the  Jasper  wall — 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

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QO  Music  No,  52  in  "Precious  Hymns  y 

/^H,  how  happy  are  they 
^^     Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above ; 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  received  thro'  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
When  my  heart  first  believed, 
What  a  joy  I  received — 

What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know. 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song; 

Oh,  that  all  his  salvation  might  see: 
He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 
He  hath  suffered  and  died, 

To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 


93 


/^H!  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
^^     And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
To  conquer,  though  I  die ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 
On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 

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94 


Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu ; 
Then,  O  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

3  Whene'er  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  in  your  way, 
Oh,  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  ; 
Then,  when  the  combat's  ended, 

He'll  carry  you  above. 

TN  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 
-*-    There  remains  a  land  of  rest : 
There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfil  my  soul's  request, 

Cho. — There  is  rest  for  the  weary,  :|| 

There  is  rest  for  you, 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 

There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

3  Pain  nor  sickness  e'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share ; 
But  in  that  celestial  centre, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 

4  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished, 

And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn ; 
Shout  for  gladness,  O  ye  ransomed, 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn. 

5  Sing,  O  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory ; 

Shout  your  triumphs  as  you  go : 
Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 
You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 
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95 


r  I  THEEE  is  a  band  of  brethren  dear, 
-*-     I  belong  to  this  band,  hallelujah ; 
Who  live  as  pilgrim  strangers  here, 
I  belong  to  this  band,  hallelujah. 

Cho. — Hallelujah,  hallelujah ! 

I  belong  to  this  band,  hallelujah. 

2  The  Prophets  and  Apostles  too, 

Did  belong  to  this  band,  hallelujah; 
And  all  good  pilgrims  here  below, 
Do  belong  this  band,  hallelujah. 

3  And  Jews  and  Gentiles,  free  and  bond, 

May  belong  to  this  band,  hallelujah ; 
And  rich  and  poor  the  world  around, 
May  belong  to  this  band,  hallelujah. 

4  And  then  we'll  walk  the  golden  streets, 

I  belong  to  this  band,  hallelujah  ; 

And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet, 

I  belong  to  this  band,  hallelujah. 

5  Come  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 

You  may  belong  to  this  band,  hallelujah  ; 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest, 
You  may  belong  to  this  band,  hallelujah. 


96 


f~\  WHO'LL  stand  up  for  Jesus, 
^^    The  lowly  Xazarine? 
And  raise  the  blood-stained  banner 
Amid  the  hosts  of  sin  ? 

Cho. — The  cross  for  Christ  I'll  cherish, 
Its  crucifixion  bear ; 
All  hail !  reproach  and  sorrow, 
If  Jesus  leads  me  there. 

2  O  who  will  follow  Jesus, 

Amid  reproach  and  shame  ? 

Where  others  shrink  and  falter, 

Who'll  glory  in  his  name  ? 

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97 


3  Though  foes  may  madly  gather, 

And  devils  rage  and  roar, 
I'll  choose  the  fiery  furnace, 
With  Jesus  evermore. 

4  My  all  to  Christ  I've  given, 

My  talents,  time,  and  voice ; 
Myself,  my  reputation, 

The  lone  way  is  my  choice. 

5  O  Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus, 

My  all-sufficient  Friend ! 

Come,  fold  me  to  thy  bosom, 

E'en  to  the  journey's  end. 


~VX7"HAT  poor  despised  company 

*  ^      Of  travelers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 

Along  that  rugged  maze. 

Cho. — O,  I'd  rather  be  the  least  of  them 
Who  are  the  Lord's  alone, 
Than  wear  a  royal  diadem, 
And  sit  upon  a  throne. 

2  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged,  thorny  maze  ? 
Why,  that's  the  way  their  leader  trod, 
They  love  to  keep  his  ways. 

3  Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  paths, 

That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 
Because  it  is  the  way  to  death — 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

4  Unknown  of  men,  they  walk  with  God : 

His  name  their  foreheads  bear ; 

And  homeward  to  their  blest  abode 

They  press  by  faith  and  prayer. 

5  What,  is  there  then  no  other  road 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God — 
None  other  can  be  found. 
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QQ  Music  No.  12  i?i  "  The  Quartet?' 

npHE  home  where  changes  never  come, 
-^-     Sor  pain  nor  sorrow,  toil  nor  care ; 
Yes !  'tis  a  bright  and  blessed  home ; 
Who  would  not  fain  be  resting  there  ? 


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Cho. — O,  wait,  meekly  wait,  *nd  murmur  not. : 
O,  wait,  O,  wait,  O,  wait,  and  murmur  nut. 

2  Yet.  when  bowed  down  beneath  the  load 

By  heaven  allowed,  thine  earthly  lot. 

Thou  yearnst  to  reach  that  blest  abode, 

Wait,  meekly  wait  and  murmur  not. 

3  If  in  thy  path  some  thorns  are  found, 

O,  think  who  bore  them  on  his  brow ; 
If  grief  thy  sorrowing  heart  has  found, 
It  reached  a  holier  than  thou. 

4  Toil  on,  nor  deem,  though  sore  it  be, 

One  sigh  unheard,  one  prayer  forgot ; 
The  day  of  rest  will  dawn  for  thee  ; 
Wait,  meekly  wait,  and  murmur  not. 


~T~TEAR  the  royal  proclamation. 

The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Published  to  every  creature. 
To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature. 

Cho. — Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious ! 
Over  heaven  and  earth,  most  glorious,  Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banners  flying. 

'    Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying 
Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offered  by  the  Saviour. 

3  Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
For  you  he  was  crucified, 
Conquered  death  and  rose  to  heaven; 
Through  him  life  eternal's  given. 

4  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy  ; 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly : 
Turn,  or  you  are  lost  forever. 

O  now  turn  to  Christ  your  Saviour. 
GO 


5  There  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money, 
Mercy  like  a  flowing  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

6  For  this  love  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams,  and  flowing  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning  blazes 
Sing  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

7  Shout,  ye  saints  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  almighty  King  of  Zion. 

8  Shout,  ye  saints!  make  joyful  mention; 
Christ  has  purchased  your  redemption : 
Angels,  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
Through  the  brightest  worlds  of  glory. 

|  0  O  Music  No.  1 8  in  "  The  Quartet." 

"T^EAUTIFUL  day,  lovely  thy  light; 
-*-^    Holy  each  ray,  banishing  night ; 
Cloudless  thy  sky  ;  peaceful  my  stay 
Here  in  the  sunlight  of  beautiful  day. 

Ref. — Beautiful,  beautiful  day, 

Evermore  shine  on  my  way  ; 
Saviour,  I  pray,  keep  me  alway 
Safe  in  this  beautiful  day. 

2  Beautiful  day,  calm  was  thy  dawn ; 
Joyous  the  lay,  blessed  the  morn, 
When  in  my  heart,  over  my  way 

First  shone  the  noontide  of  beautiful  day. 

3  Beautiful  day,  perfectly  bright ; 
Jesus  alway,  boundless  delight ! 
Bliss  all  around,  heaven  by  the  way, 
Shining  in  fulness,  oh,  beautiful  day  ! 

4  Beautiful  day,  haven  of  rest ; 
Every  one  may  come  and  be  blessed  ; 
Glory  to  God !  naught  can  dismay ; 
Christ  is  the  light  of  this  beautiful  day. 

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j  Q  |  Music  No.  2Q4  in  "  TJie  Quartet** 

~l     TOW  lost  was  my  condition 
J — L    Till  Jesus  made  me  whole, 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul. 
Cho. — There's  a  balm  in  Gilead 

To  make  the  wounded  whole. 
There's  power  enough  in  Jesus 
To  cure  a  sin-sick  soul. 

2  Xext  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

3  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light  compared  with  sin  ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes. 
But  rages  most  within. 

4  'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness,  all  combined  ; 
And  none  but  a  believer 
The  least  relief  can  find. 
6  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
6  Come  then  to  this  Physician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis  onlv,  look  and  live. 


102 


~VYT"HILE  wandering  to  and  fro 
*  ^      In  this  wide  world  of  woe, 
Where  streams  of  sorrow  flow, 
Give  me  Jesus ! 
Cho. — Give  me  Jesus !  give  me  Jesus ! 
You  may  have  all  the  world !  give  me  Jesus! 
2  When  tears  o'erflow  mine  eye, 
When  pressed  by  grief  I  sigh ; 
Still  this  shall  be  my  cry, 
Give  me  Jesus ! 
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3  When  to  the  mercy-seat 
I  go  my  Lord  to  meet, 
My  heart  shall  still  repeat, 

Give  me  Jesus ! 

4  And  when  my  faith  is  tried, 
In  him  will  I  confide, 

And  all  the  storms  outride : 
Give  me  Jesus ! 

5  And  when  my  toils  are  o'er, 
When  nearing  Jordan's  shore, 
I'll  sing  as  up  I  soar, 

Give  me  Jesus ! 

6  When  at  the  judgement-seat 
I  stand  at  Jesus'  feet ; 

When  worlds  on  worlds  shall  meet, 
Give  me  Jesus ! 

103 

^\  COME,  come  away !  for  time's  career  is  closing 
^-^    Let  worldly  care  henceforth  forbear, 

O,  come,  come  away ! 
Come,  come,  our  holy  joys  renew, 
Where  love  and  heavenly  friendship  grew, 
The  Spirit  welcomes  you ! 

O,  come,  come  away ! 

2  Awake  ye,  awake !  no  time  now  for  reposing, 
"  The  Lord  is  near  !"  breaks  on  the  ear, 

O,  come,  come  away  ! 
Come,  come  where  Jesus'  love  will  be, 
Who  says,  "  I'll  meet  with  two  or  three," 
Sweet  promise  made  to  thee 

O,  come,  come  away ! 

3  Night  soon  will  be  o'er,  and  endless  day  appearing, 
Away  from  home  no  more  we'll  roam, 

O,  come,  come  away ! 
And  when  the  trump  of  God  shall  sound 
The  saints  no  more  by  Death  are  bound : 
He  owns  our  Jesus  crowned  ; 

O,  come,  come  away ! 
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4  O,  come,  come  away,  my  Saviour  in  thy  glory, 
"  Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will  be  done ;" 
O,  come,  come  away  ! 
O,  come,  my  Lord,  thy  right  maintain, 
And  take  thy  throne  and  on  it  reign ; 
Then  earth  shall  bloom  again ! 
O,  come,  come  away ! 

104 

\\/  HAT  wondrous  love  is  this,  O  my  soul !  O  my 
*  *      What  wondrous  love  is  this,  O  my  soul !   [soul ! 
"What  wondrous  love  is  this  that  caused  the  Lord  of  bliss 
To  send  this  precious  peace  to  my  soul,  to  my  soul, 
To  send  this  precious  peace  to  my  soul. 

2  When  I  was  sinking  down,  O  my  soul !  O  my  soul ! 
When  I  was  sinking  down,  O  my  soul !  [frown, 
When  I  was  sinking  down  beneath  God's  righteous 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown  for  my  soul,  for  my  soul, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown  for  my  soul. 

3  Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  j  oin  his  praise,  j oin  his  praise, 
Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  join  his  praise, 

Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  with  hearts  and  voices  sing, 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string  in  his  praise,  in  his  praise, 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string  in  his  praise, 

4  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb  I  will  sing,  I  will  sing, 
To  God  and  to  the  Lamb  I  will  sing, 

To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  who  is  the  great  I  AM  ! 
While  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing,  I  will  sing ! 
While  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing. 

5  And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I'll  sing  on,  I'll  sing  on, 
And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I'll  sing  on,  [be ; 
And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I'll  sing  on  and  joyful 
And  through  eternity  I'll  sing  on,  I'll  sing  on, 

And  through  eternity  I'll  sing  on. 

105 

A   XD  can  I  yet  delay 
-c:x-    My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 
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2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield ; 

I  can  hold  out  no  more  : 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compelled, 
And  own  thee  conqueror. 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake; 

My  friends,  my  all,  resign ; 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  ; 
Settle  and  fix  my  wavering  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  life,  my  portion  thou ; 

Thou  all-sufficient  art : 
My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 
Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 

|  Qfi  Music  No. 37  in  "Precious  Hymns." 

r  HOPE  to  meet  you  all  in  glory, 
-*-    When  the  storms  of  life  are  o'er ; 
I  hope  to  tell  the  dear  old  story, 
On  the  blessed  shining  shore. 

Cho. — On  the  shining  shore,  on  the  golden  strand. 
In  our  Father's  home,  in  the  happy  land : 

|| :  I  hope  to  meet  you  there, — :|| 
A  crown  of  vict'ry  wear, — in  glory. 

2  I  hope  to  meet  you  all  in  glory, 

By  the  tree  of  life  so  fair ; 
I  hope  to  praise  our  dear  Redeemer 
For  the  grace  that  brought  me  there. 

3  I  hope  to  meet  you  all  in  glory, 

Round  the  Saviour's  throne  above  ; 
I  hope  to  join  the  ransomed  army 
Singing  now  redeeming  love. 

4  I  hope  to  meet  you  all  in  glory, 

When  my  work  on  earth  is  o'er  ; 
I  hope  to  clasp  your  hands  rejoicing 
On  the  bright  eternal  shore. 
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107 


108 


/^)UR  bondage  here  shall  end, 
^-^    By  and  by — by  and  by ; 

Our  griefs  shall  banish  then, 
With  our  theescore  years  and  ten, 
And  bright  glory  crown  the  day 
By  and  by — by  and  by. 

2  Though  strong  our  foes  appear, 

We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on  ; 
Our  hearts  shall  know  no  fear, 
For  Israel's  God  is  near — 
While  the  fiery  pilliar  moves 

We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on. 

3  By  Marah's  bitter  streams 

We'll  go  on — We'll  go  on  ; 
Though  Baca's  vale  be  dry, 
The  Rock  shall  yield  supply. 
To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine 

We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on. 

4  There  friends  shall  meet  again, 

Who  have  loved — who  have  loved ; 
Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet, 
When  we  each  other  greet, 
At  our  great  Redeemer's  feet, 

Who  have  loved — who  have  loved. 

5  There,  with  the  happy  throng, 

We'll  rejoice — we'll  rejoice; 
Shouting  "  Glory  to  our  King," 
Till  the  dome  of  heaven  shall  ring, 
And  through  all  eternity 

We'll  rejoice — we'll  rejoice. 

TTOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 

J — L    When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 

Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 

Have  all  lost  there  sweetness  to  me ; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 
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2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume,         ^ 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice; 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  : 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

109 

"A/TY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
-^  And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 

Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

Cho. — For  oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 
Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
And.  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 
That  perfect  love  naught  can  molest, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever ; 
Our  King  says,  Come,  and  there's  our  home, 
Forever,  oh,  forever. 

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I  I  Q  Music  No.  Qj  in  "  TJie  Quartet." 

"TT7"ATCH,  ye  saints,  with  eyelids  waking, 
*  *        Lo,  the  pow'rs  of  heav'n  are  shaking, 
Keep  your  lamps  all  trimm'd  and  burning, 
Ready  for  your  Lord's  returning. 

Cho. — Lo  !  he  conies,  lo  !  Jesus  conies  ; 

Lo !  he  comes,  he  comes  all  glorious  ! 
Jesus  comes  to  reign  victorious, 
Lo !  he  comes,  yes,  Jesus  comes. 

2  Lo !  the  promise  of  your  Saviour, 
Pardoned  sin  and  purchased  favor, 
Blood- washed  robes  and  crowns  of  glory  ; 
Haste  to  tell  redemption's  story. 

3  Kingdoms  at  their  base  are  crumbling, 
Hark,  his  chariot  wheels  are  rumbling, 
Tell,  oh,  tell  of  grace  abounding, 
"Whilst  the  seventh  trump  is  sounding. 

4  Nations  wane,  though  proud  and  stately, 
Christ  his  kingdom  hasteneth  greatly. 
Earth  her  latest  pangs  is  summing, 
Shout,  ye  saints,  your  Lord  is  coming. 

5  Lamb  of  God ! — thou  meek  and  lowly, 
Judah's  Lion  ! — high  and  holy. 

Lo!  thy  Bride  comes  forth  to  meet  thee, 
All  in  blood-washed  robes  to  greet  thee, 

6  Sinners,  come,  while  Christ  is  pleading, 
Now  for  you  he's  interceding ; 

Haste,  ere  grace  and  time  diminished 
Shall  proclaim  the  mystery  finished. 

Afusic  ATo.  27  in  "  TJie  Garner." 
"V^EARY  with  walking  alone, 

*  *  Long  heavy  laden  with  sin  ; 
Toiling  all  night  without  Christ, 

Rest  for  my  soul  shall  I  win — 

Cho. — Leaning  on  Jesus, 
I  walk  at  his  side ; 

Leaning  on  Jesns. 
I  trust  him.  my  Shepherd  and  Guide. 
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2  Fearing  to  stand  for  my  Lord, 

Trembling  for  weakness  in  prayer ; 
Yet,  on  the  bosom  divine, 
Losing  each  sorrow  and  fear. 

3  Anxious  no  longer  for  self, 

Shrinking  no  longer  from  pain ; 
Leaning  on  Jesus  alone, 
He  all  my  care  will  sustain. 

4  Leaning,  I  walk  in  "  the  Way," 

Leaning  "the  Truth  "  I  shall  know  ; 
Leaning  on  heart-throbs  of  Christ, 
Safe  into  "  Life  "  I  may  go. 

|  j  2  T  AM  looking,  Lord,  to  thee, 
-*-  I  am  waiting  at  thy  feet, 
Faint  and  weary  though  I  be, 

Thou  canst  make  me  all  complete. 
Cho. — I  am  looking,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
I  am  coming,  thine  to  be  ; 
Wash  and  cleanse  me  in  thy  blood, 
Plunge  me  deep  beneath  the  flood. 
•    21  am  looking,  Lord,  to  thee, 

Tired  of  self  and  hating  sin  ; 
Give  me  perfect  liberty, 

Give  me  grace  and  peace  within. 

3  I  am  looking,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 

Every  promise  I  believe  ; 
Yes,  I  know  they're  all  for  me, 
While  I  ask,  I  do  receive. 

4  I  am  looking,  Lord,  to  thee ; 

Every  idol  I  resign ; 
Take  them  all,  and  let  me  be, 
From  this  moment,  wholly  thine. 

5  I  am  looking,  Lord,  to  thee ; 

Now  I  feel  thy  blood  applied  ; 
Precious  blood,  it  cleanseth  me ; 
Glory  to  the  Lamb  that  died. 
Cho. — Hallelujah,  Lord,  to  thee; 
Hallelujah,  I  am  free : 
Washed  and  cleansed  in  Jesus'  blood, 
Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord. 
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j  j  O  Music  No.  J 2  in  "  The  Quartet .'* 

"TTEAR  the  footsteps  of  Jesus, 
-■ — L  He  is  now  passing  by. 
Bearing  balm  for  the  wounded, 

Healing  all  who  apply ; 
As  he  spake  to  the  suff'rer 

Who  lay  at  the  pool, 
He  is  saying  this  moment, 
"  Wilt  thou  be  made  whole?" 

Ref. — Wilt  thou  be  made  whole?:] 
Oh,  come,  weary  suff'rer, 

Oh.  come,  sin-sick  soul ; 
See,  the  life-stream  is  flowing. 

See,  the  cleansing  waves  roll, 
Step  into  the  current 

And  thou  shalt  be  whole. 

2  Tis  the  voice  of  that  Saviour, 

Whose  merciful  call 
Freely  otters  salvation 

To  one  and  to  all ; 
He  is  now  beck'ning  to  him 

Each  sin-tainted  soul, 
And  lovingly  asking, 
"  Wilt  thou  be  made  whole  ?" 

3  Are  you  halting  and  struggling, 

O'erpowered  by  your  sin  ? 
While  the  waters  are  troubled 

Can  you  not  enter  in  ? 
Lo.  the  Saviour  stands  waiting 

To  strengthen  your  soul, 
He  is  earnestly  pleading. 
"  Wilt  thou  be  made  whole?" 

4  Blessed  Saviour,  assist  us 

To  rest  on  thy  word ; 
Let  the  soul-healing  power 
On  us  now  be  outpoured : 
Wash  away  every  sin-spot, 

Take  perfect  control. 
Say  to  each  trusting  spirit. 
"  Thy  faith  makes  thee  whole." 
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I  1 4.  Music  No.  j  4  in  "Melodious  Sonnets" 

A     LITTLE  talk  with  Jesus, 
-^"^-    How  it  smooths  the  rugged  road ! 
How  it  seems  to  help  me  onward, 

When  I  taint  beneath  my  load  ; 
When  my  heart  is  crushed  with  sorrow, 

And  my  eyes  with  tears  are  dim, 
There  is  naught  can  yield  me  comfort 

Like  a  little  talk  with  him. 

2  Ah,  this  is  what  I'm  wanting, 

His  lovely  face  to  see ; 
And  I'm  not  afraid  to  say  it, 

I  know  he's  wanting  me. 
He  gave  his  life  a  ransom, 

To  make  me  all  his  own, 
And  he'll  ne'er  forget  his  promise 

To  me,  his  purchased  one. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  him, 

Nor  wTould  I  if  I  could ; 
He  is  my  daily  portion, 

My  medicine  and  food. 
He  is  altogether  lovely  ; 

None  can  with  him  compare  ; 
Chiefest  among  ten  thousand, 

And  fairest  of  the  fair. 

4  So  I'll  wait  a  little  longer, 

Till  his  appointed  time. 
And  along  the  upward  pathway 

My  pilgrim  feet  shall  climb. 
There,  in  my  Father's  dwelling, 

Where  many  mansions  be, 
I  shall  sweetly  talk  with  Jesus, 

And  he  will  talk  with  me. 


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r  I  TUKN  to  the  Lord  and  seek  salvation, 
-*-     Sound  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name, 
Glory,  honor,  and  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  has  come  to  reign. 

Hymn. — Come  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
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I  J  Q  Music  No.  J05  in  "  TJie  Quartet." 

~T~    OOK  away,  look  away,  look  away  to  Calvary  ; 
-LJ    Look  away,  look  away,  look  away  to  Calvary. 


17 


HYMN. — Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 


"pi" ALLELUJAH  !  hallelujah  ! 

-J — L  We're  a  happy  little  band,  hallelujah  ! 

Hallelujah!  hallalujah  ! 

We're  a  happy  little  band,  hallelujah! 

HYMN. — I  never  shall  forget  that  day. 

We're  a  happy  little  band,  hallelujah ! 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away.. 
We're  a  happy  little  band,  hallelujah ! 


118 


/^VXLY  let  my  soul  be  happy, 
^-^    Only  let  my  soul  be  happy, 
Only  let  my  soul  be  happy, 
When  I  die.  :|| 


HYMN. — Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone, 

Only  let  my  soul  be  happy,  when  I  die, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon, 

Only  let  mv  soul  be  happy,  when  I  die. 

119 

TT'^I  happy,  I  m  happy. 
-*-    I'm  on  my  way  to  Zion, 
I'm  happy,  I'm  happy. 
I'm  on  my  journey  home. 

HYMX. — Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
I'm  on  my  way  to  Zion, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found, 
I'm  on  mv  journey  home. 

120 

LpOR  the  way  is  so  delightful. 
-*-  In  the  service  of  the  Lord, 
For  the  way  is  so  delightful,  hallelujah  ! 

HYMN. — But  in  this  way  methinks  I  see, 

For  the  way  is  so  delightful,  hallelujah! 
The  track  of  him  who  died  for  me, 

For  the  way  is  so  delightful,  hallelujah  ! 
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121 


"\7"ICT0EY !  victory ! 

^      When  we've  gained  the  victory ! 
Oh,  how  happy  we  shall  be, 

When  we've  gained  the  victory ! 


Hymn. — Children  of  the  heavenly  King ; 

122 

(^)H,  give  God  the  glory,  give  him  all  the  glory, 
^^    Give  God  the  glory,  for  the  glory  is  his  own. 

Hymx. — When  I  set  ont  for  glory, 

123 

HHHEN  you'll  cry,  and  want  to  be, 
-■*-      Happy  in  eternity, 
Eternity,  eternity,  happy  in  eternity.  :|| 

Hymn.— Oh,  ye  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud, 

124 

L>  EMEMBER  me,  remember  me, 
-*"-  ^    O  Lord,  remember  me, 
Remember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

Hymx. — Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 

125 

r  LOVE  Jesus,  I  love  Jesus, 
-*-    I  love  Jesus,  yes,  I  do  ; 
I  love  Jesus,  he's  my  Saviour, 
Jesus,  smiles  and  loves  me  too. 

Hymx. — Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

126 

"A/TY  home  is  over  Jordan  ; 
-^-  My  home  is  over  Jordan  ; 

My  home  is  over  Jordan  ; 

Where  pleasure  never  dies. 
||:  Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling;  :|| 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

Hymx. — O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus  ? 
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127 

nnHERE  is  union  in  heaven,  and  there's  union  in  my 
-*-      Oh!  glory,  hallelujah!  [soul, 

Sweet  music  in  heaven,  just  beginning  for  to  roll ; 

How  I  love  God !  glory,  hallelujah ! 
Hymn. — I  love  the  Lord,  I  know  I  do, 
Oh!  glory,  hallelujah! 
My  brother  says  he  loves  him  too, 
How  I  love  God  !  glory,  hallelujah  ! 


128 


G- 


129 


IVE  me  Jesus,  give  me  Jesus, 
You  may  have  all  the  world, 
Give  me  Jesus. 
HYMN. — While  wandering  to  and  fro. 


~\\7r~E'LL  praise  him,  praise  him, 

*  *        Glory,  hallelujah  ! 
We'll  praise  him,  praise  him, 
Glory,  hallelujah  !:|| 
Hymn. — This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
Glory,  hallelujah! 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well, 
Glory,  hallelujah ! 

130 

/^\H,  glory,  glory,  to  the  Lamb ! 
^-^    Throughout  my  soul  I  feel  the  flame, 
Oh,  had  I  wings  like  Noah's  dove, 
I  soon  would  shout  with  those  above. 
Hymn. — My  suffering  time  will  soon  be  o'er. 

131 

/^\H,  that  will  be  joyful, 
^^    Joyful,  j  oyful,  j  oyful, 
Oh,  that  will  be  joyful, 
To  meet  to  part  no  more. 
Hymn. — All  who  love  the  Lord  below. 

132 

A    XD  to  glory,  I  will  go — I'll  go,  I'll  go, 
-^•7-^-    And  to  glory  I  will  go. 
I  Hymn. — When  I  set  out  for  glory. 

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133 

XZTAPPY  day,  happy  day, 

-J — l    When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away, 

He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  live  rejoicing  every  day. 

Happy  day,  happy  day, 

When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 

Hymn. — It's  when  I  hated  all  my  sin. 

134 


O 


WHO'S  like  Jesus,  O  who's  like  Jesus, 
O  who's  like  Jesus  ?  He  died  on  the  tree. 


Hymn. — He  died  for  you,  he  died  for  me. 

135 

(^)H !  the  bleeding  Lamb,  oh !  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
^S    Oh !  the  bleeding  Lamb,  he  was  found  worthy. 

Hymn. — Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  was  found  worthy, 
He  whom  I  fixed  my  hopes  upon, 
He  was  found  worthy. 

136 

/^\H,  yes,  oh,  yes,  it  was  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
^-^    Oh,  yes,  oh,  yes,  it  was  for  you  that  Jesus  died. 

Hymn. — It's  when  I  hated  all  my  sins, 

It  was  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in, 

It  was  for  you  that  Jesus  died. 

137 

P  AM  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
-1-    Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
Oh,  hallelujah,  praise  ye  the  Lord 
Hymn. — Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing. 

138 

T~'M  a  soldier  for  Jesus, 
-^    I've  listed  in  the  war, 
And  I'll  fight  until  I  die.:|| 
Hymn. — I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 
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■X\TRESTLE  on,  wrestle  on, 

You  shall  gain  the  victory, 


Wrestle  on,  -wrestle  on, 
Yon  shall  gain  the  day. 

Hymn. — Its  jnst  before  the  break  of  day, 
You  shall  gain  the  victory, 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away, 
You  shall  gain  the  day. 

140 

Gl  EXD  the  sanctifying  power  in  the  army  of  the  Lord, 
^    Send  the  sanctifying  power  in  the  army. 

Hymn. — I  have  listed  and  I  mean  to  fight, 

Send  the  sanctifying  power  in  the  army, 

Until  my  foes  are  put  to  flight, 
Send  the  sanctifying  power  in  the  army. 

141 

HP  RAVEL  on,  believers,  travel  on, 
-*-     I  expect  to  join  the  army  by  and  by.  :|| 

Hymn. — O  pray  for  me,  I'll  pray  for  you, 

I  expect  to  join  the  army  by  and  by, 

For  that's  the  way  the  Christians  do, 
I  expect  to  join  the  army  by  and  by. 

142 

SHOUT,  shout,  we're  gaining  ground, 
O  halle,  hallelujah  ! 
The  power  of  the  Lord  is  coming  down, 
O  halle,  hallelujah  !:|| 

Hymn. — I'll  tell  you  when  I  feel  the  best, 
O  halle,  hallelujah ! 
Its  when  my  soul  has  just  been  blest, 
O  halle,  hallelujah! 


143 


I~'LL  praise  God  until  I  die, 
-*-    I'll  praise  God  until  I  die, 
I'll  praise  God  until  I  die, 
And  walk  the  heavenly  road. 

Hymn. — I've  'listed  and  I  mean  to  fight. 
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144 

T~N  the  morning,  I'm  going  home, 
"-*-   In  the  morning,  shout  around  his  throne.  :|| 

Hymn. — We're  happy  here  in  clods  of  clay. 

145 

S~\  VICTORY,  victory,  victory  all  the  way, 
^-^     Victory,  victory,  I  hope  to  gain  the  day. 
Hymn. — King  Jesus  is  our  captain. 

146 

~XT7~E'LL  tear  the  powers  of  Satan  down, 

^  ^     |j:  They  that  conquer  shall  wear  the  crown,  :[| 
And  by  their  Father's  side  sit  down. 

Hymn. — Children  of  the  heavenly  King. 

147 

T  CANNOT  tarry  here,  my  Lord, 
-*~    I  cannot  tarry  here, 
The  gospel  calls  for  volunteers, 
I  cannot  tarry  here. 

Hymn. — Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross. 

148 

l~")ON'T  get  weary,  don't  weary,  don't  weary, 
-*— ^    We'll  pass  over  Jordan  by  and  by. 

Hymn. — Come  on  my  partners  in  distress, 

We'll  pass  over  Jordan  by  and  by, 

My  comrades  through  this  wilderness, 

We'll  pass  over  Jordan  by  and  by. 


149 


T   ET  us  walk  in  the  light, 
*— i    Walk  in  the  light, 


Walk  in  the  light,  in  the  light  of  God. 
Hymn. — Come  on  my  partners  in  distress. 

150 

~EI>UT  he  rose,  he  rose,  he  rose  from  the  dead, 
-x-'    He  rose  and  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud. 

Hymn.— The  grave  it  could  not  hold  him,  :|| 
When  he  rose  from  the  dead, 

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151 

TF  the  world  is  dark  before  thee, 
-*-    All  thy  soul  with  terror  fill, 
If  the  billows,  rolling  o'er  thee, 
Hear  hirn  saying.  Peace,  be  still. 
Hymn. — Jesus  knows  your  silent  weeping. 

152 

(~\  STAND  the  storm,  it  wont  be  long, 
^^    We'll  anchor  by  and  by.  :|| 
HYMN. — Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
We'll  anchor  by  and  by, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 
We'll  anchor  by  and  by. 

153 

f  I  TAKE  up  your  cross  and  pray,  children, 
-*-      Take  up  your  cross  and  pray. : 
HYMN. — Prayer  makes  the  darkest  clouds  withdraw 
Then  take  up  your  cross  and  pray. 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw. 
Then  take  up  your  cross  and  pray. 

154 

T~  LL  never  come  back  any  more. : 
-*-  I'll  ride  in  the  golden  charoit  in  the  morning, 
I'll  never  come  back  any  more. 
HYMN. — On  Jordan's  stormy  bank  I  stand. 

155 

"XT7"E  RE  going  home,  we're  going  home. 
*  *       We're  going  home,  to  die  no  more,  :j 
HYMN. — My  suffering  times  will  soon  be  o'er. 

156 

TTOME,  home,  sweet,  sweet,  home. 

Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 
HYMN. — While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflicts  I  stay. 

157 

T  W  AXT  to  go.  I  want  to  go.  I  want  to  go  there  too, 
-1-  I  want  to  go  where  Jesus  is.  I  want  to  go  there  too. 
HYMN. — Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come. 

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158 

~V\T"E'LL  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 

*  *       We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  we'll  be  carried  home. 
Hymn. — I  have  some  frieuds  that's  gone  before, 
And  we'll  be  carried  home, 
They're  happy  on  the  other  shore, 
And  we'll  be  carried  home. 


159 


(^N  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
^^    In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
And  I'll  rest  there  too. 
Hymn. — There  is  rest  for  the  weary. 

160 

HT1HEN  we'll  cross  the  river  of  Jordan, 
-1-     Happy,  happy, 
We'll  cross  the  river  of  Jordan, 
Happy  in  the  Lord. 
Hymn. — Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  home, 
Happy,  happy, 
My  Saviour  smiles  and  bids  me  come, 
Happy  in  the  Lord. 

161 

CANAAN,  bright  Canaan ! 
I'm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ; 
O  Canaan,  is  my  happy  home, 

I'm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 
Hymn. — Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 

I'm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 

My  comrades  through  this  wilderness, 

I'm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

162 

ClOME  a  singing,  some  a  shouting, 
^-^    When  we  get  in  the  New  Jerusalem. 
Hymn. — Then  we'll  march  up  the  heavenly  streets, 
When  we  get  in  the  New  Jerusalem, 
We'll  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet, 
When  we  get  in  the  New  Jerusalem. 
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163 

Jh^OR  he  has  been  with  us. 
-*-       And  he  still  is  with  us, 
Says  he  will  go  with  ns  to  the  end. 
HYMN. — Jesus,  my  all.  to  heaven  is  gone. 

Says  he  will  go  with  ns  to  the  end, 
He  whom  I  fix  ray  hopes  upon, 

Says  he  will  go  with  us  to  the  end. 


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|H!  heaven,  sweet  heaven. 
Oh.  heaven  of  the  blest ; 
How  I  long  to  be  there. 
And  its  glory  to  share. 

And  to  lean  on  Jesus'  breast. 
HYMN. — On  Jordan's  stormv  banks  I  stand. 

165 

TTAPPi  day  when  we  get  home, 

Soldiers  of  the  jubilee, 
Happy  day  when  we  get  home, 
Soldiers  of  the  cross. 
HYMN. — Our  captain's  gone  before  us, 
Soldiers  of  the  jubilee. 
Our  captain's  gone  before  us, 
Soldiers  of  the  cross. 

166 

EEP  me.  Lord,  keep  me. 
Then  take  me  home  to  the  promised  land, 
Where  my  posessions  lie. 
HYMN. — I  don't  care  what  this  world  may  say. 
I'm  on  my  way  to  the  promised  land, 
Where  my  posessions  lie. 
This  world  may  talk,  and  I  will  pray. 
I'm  on  my  way  to  the  promised  land, 
Where  my  posessions  lie. 


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"V\7"E  are  passing  away. 

*  *        We  are  passing  way. 
We  are  passing  away. 

To  the  great  judgment  day. 
HYMN. — And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought. 
SO 


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